The body bag, the Gift n the Curse.

In 2oo4, was my first herse.

Out of joint, the thigh that hurts.

"Jacob I loved, Esau I hated." The twins, what's worse?

With Mr. (Sin)ister, the Apocalypto Beat.

Buried six feet, the pain ain't cheap.

The Romeo n Juliet, my Rae of (Sun)shine, the one with the feat.

With her, I play for keeps, and knowledge is what I seek.

Havin' to Gryff with the Slytherin tip.

Havin (3lue)blood, but this ain't Crip.

As the (3l)ood oxidizes, you see the true hue.

The reflection in the mirror is me times two.