Diesel


             I drink oil and spit diesel
             Spittin it through fire at you weasels
             Cause when the cops show you snitch
             You’re on the mound ready to pitch
             You think the flow you spittin is rich
             But I know how to silence a talking bitch
             That’s why these are the rules I follow
             Don’t do shit with niggas whose talk sounds hollow
             Cause when the heat is on they’re a no show
             And don’t even do shit with niggas you know
             Cause even they’ll fuck up your flow
             And if you think you’re going to turn me in
             You better think again
             Cause I’m not making a sound and ain’t leaving behind no shells
             Don’t worry the salt from the Salt Mine will take care of the smell
             And I don’t have to worry about them finding your remains
             Because the salt will make sure your body the earth reclaims


                  Chorus
                   My fire burns at too a degree
             For you niggas to be fuckin with me
             Before you see me doing time
             Your family will be lookin at your flat line


                    I drink oil and spit diesel
             Spittin it through fire at you weasels
             I’m not going to say Hi it’s nice to meet cha
             I can see that’s not the way to greet cha
             I read the message clearly, I know how to treat cha
             You’re known to everyone on the street
             As the snitch that will bring the heat
             My suggestion, be fleet of feet
             Cause if my name ends up on a rap sheet
             Ain’t no where you can hide
             Causing snitching on me I can’t let slide
             And when I catch you I will lay you low
             Believe a dead body I know where to stow
             And there will be no evidence pointing to me
             Since your body won’t even make it out to sea
             As it will be cut up so fine on it even goldfishes will be able to dine


                   Chorus
                   My fire burns at too a degree
             For you niggas to be fuckin with me
             Before you see me doing time
             Your family will be lookin at your flat line


                   I drink oil and spit diesel
             Spittin it through fire at you weasels
             You niggas spittin unleaded
             Your thoughts so see thru I know where you’re headed
             You should know diesel burns at such a high degree
             That your weak ass flames can’t compete with me
             I see you making recordings and takin notes
             But my thoughts are too large and you start to choke
             Cuttin off your air supply and bringing you to your knees
             Got you feeling faint and begging please
             This is not a metaphor nor is it a fantasy
             The end of your life is reality
             Accept that this is the end is my proposal
             And I have the right method for your disposal
             There will be need for an explanation
             When your body becomes a part of my cement foundation


                   Chorus
                   My fire burns at too a degree
             For you niggas to be fuckin with me
             Before you see me doing time
             Your family will be lookin at your flat line

             -ReGina M. Crawford-Martin


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