Go to sleep, bitch—
why you still flinchin’?
Nightlight twitchin’ like the bulb’s snitchin’.
DMX bark in the dark, jaws hit the floor,
Obie reload, chamber echo like folklore.
Eminem surgical, words curl like cigarette smoke—
choke on every syllable, pillow over your hope.
Close the lids, count dead sheep in a blood Jeep,
when the beat flatlines, dream deep—six feet.