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I'm the illest rapper to a cordless
Patrolling
for hookers to punch in the mouth with a roll of quarters
I'm in action
Than beating James Tarteenyer (?)
And his back with vacuum cleaner attachments
I grew up in the wild
As a youth
With a up childhood
That I used as an
And aint shit
But the same mindstate
Since the third time that I failed 9th
You probably think that I'm a negative don't be so sure of it
I don't promote I just encourage it
I laugh at the sight of
As I fall down a cement of steps
And land inside a bed of spider
So caution to the wind
You and a
Can jump off of a bridge and if you live, do it
Shit, why Blow your brain out
I'm blowing out
Fuck it, you only live once you might as die now

only fair to warn
I was with a set of horns
And metaphors attached to my damn umbulical
Warlord of rap bastard with a two by four board
That smashed your Honda Accord
With a 4 Ford
But a toward (?) droppin an accapella
The choppin a fella motzerella
than a hellacopta propella
Got you in the cella
With skeleton showing
Developing
While I'm standin to ya
a full course meal watching you starve to death
With an IV in veins
Feeding you liquid
Pumping you of drugs
the plugs
On the gunshot victims full of bullet
Who picked up in an ambulance
And
To receiving with the asses ripped outta pants
And
A less 20 percent chance
Of
Have a placement
a hospital patient
Storing the dead bodies in grandma's basement
Doctor has arrived
To perform an autopsy on you while you "I'M STILL ALIVE!"
Driving a rusty scalpel in through the top of scalp
And your adams apple out through your mouth
Better the fire department
hired a arson
To set fire to
And burn up your entire
I'm a liar to shit
Got bitch wrapped around my dick
So tight you a crobar to pry her apart wit

Met a retarded kid Greg with a wooden leg
Snatched it off and him over the fucking head with the peg
Go to bed with the keg wake up the 40
Mixed up with Seltzer and Formula 44D
Fuck an acid tab I'll strap the whole to my forehead
Wait it absorbed in and fell to the floor dead
No more said case closed end of
I'm blowin up spontaneous human combustion
Leaving you in the aftermath of and traumas
the bombas (?)
We blowin up your house killing parents
and coming back to get your foster
And I'm as good at keeping a as Nostradamus
Cause I making no more threats
I'm drivebys in tinted Corvettes on Vietnam war vets
I'm more or less in the head
Maybe more cause I crack (?)
today, yesterday, and the day before
Walk the block with a
corral with war more than El Salvador
Foul galore
Verbal cow
Coming together like the on Al B. Sure

yo yo yo, my mom sent me up to the store a food stamp
for a pack of cigarettes and a at the news stand
two ran up who jumped out of a blue van
i looked down at the and picked up a huge branch
i swung it at the first
the one hit em
it snap so fast it look like it broke before it hit him
so he to rush
i his legs, pinned him and bit him
he came with sticks and seven dudes screamin "GET HIM"
i grabbed one, lit him on pinned him and bit him
the next one, gave me his like the didnt fit him
one by one i just kept them in a rhythm
then i woke up, swingin in the of the kitchen