Juice Thug/Introduction

And I say: I won't stop..
No. 'til Hell is your home.
There's nowhere to hide, no nowhere.
You feel the cold of my gun at your head.
Ah, you left me for dead.

And it's not like you stayed by my side, or you called me a priest.
You searched in my mouth, to check for gold teeth.
You were pawnin' my shoes as I bled.
You left me for, left me for, left me... for dead.
-Rob Dougan, "Left Me For Dead"