Folks don't wanna go to war or toe to toe with Pazzy
Kill em rioting when they race over the rhyme like in cinncinati
See their body stiffing, eyes open, hands turning black like they were frost bitten
Got these so called rappers thinking twice before throwing their fists in the competition
They ain't about that life, you can smell the fear in their breaths, their bars, I can't hear them, I'm death.