Staples & Stitches

Square up? You'll just get shot or cut or hit with a wrench

They brought no weapons, had to just grab a desk

On Belmont they get lax, cops and ambulance

Cause it's the ghetto and they couldn't care less

He was bleeding everywhere, I was drunk but couldn't care, the ER, had to get him there

Can't fight motherfucker. These staples and stitches

Scream loud, like this fucking song that you're all just bitches

Not right, motherfucker Better kill me, I'll finish

Or just put your hands up, but I ate all my spinach

And if I end up losing, guess what, I'm still winning

And if I end up dying, guess what, I'm still killing