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I'm the illest rapper to hold a
corners
Looking for hookers to punch in the mouth with a roll of
I'm meaner in
Than Rosco beating Tarteenyer (?)
And smackin his back with cleaner attachments
I grew up in the hood
As a youth
With a up childhood
I used as an excuse
And aint changed
But kept the mindstate
the third time that I failed 9th grade
You probably think I'm a negative person don't be so sure of it
I don't violence I just encourage it
I laugh at the of death
As I down a cement flight 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 not? Blow brain out
I'm blowing out
Fuck it, you only live you might as well die now

It's only to warn
I was with a set of horns
And attached to my damn umbulical cord
Warlord of rap little bastard a two by four board
That smashed your Honda Accord
With a 4 Ford
But a more toward (?) droppin an
The choppin a fella motzerella
than a hellacopta propella
Got you in the cella
With your showing
anorexia
While I'm standin to ya
Eating a full course meal watching you starve to
With an IV in veins
Feeding you darvicet
Pumping you of drugs
the plugs
On the gunshot victims of bullet slugs
Who were up in an ambulance
And
To receiving with the ripped outta they pants
And
A than 20 percent chance
Of
a possible placement
It's a patient
Storing the dead in grandma's little basement
Doctor has arrived
To an autopsy on you while you scream "I'M STILL ALIVE!"
Driving a rusty scalpel in through the top of your
And pulling your adams apple out your mouth
Better call the fire
I've hired a
To set fire to
And burn up entire apartment
I'm a liar to start
Got your bitch around my dick
So tight you a crobar to pry her apart wit

Met a kid named Greg with a wooden leg
Snatched it off and beat him over the fucking with the peg
Go to bed with the keg up with the 40
Mixed up Alka Seltzer and Formula 44D
Fuck an acid tab I'll the whole sheet to my forehead
Wait it absorbed in and fell to the floor dead
No more said case closed end of
I'm up like spontaneous human combustion
Leaving you in the of holocaust and traumas
the bombas (?)
We blowin up your house killing parents
and coming to get your foster mommas
And I'm as good at keeping a promise as
Cause I aint no more threats
I'm doing drivebys in tinted Corvettes on Vietnam war
I'm or less sick in the head
Maybe more cause I smoked (?)
today, yesterday, and the day before
Walk the with a labrador
Strapit with war more than El Salvador
Foul galore
cow manure
Coming together like the eyebrow on Al B.

yo yo yo, my mom sent me up to the store with a stamp
for a pack of and a book at the news stand
two dudes ran up who jumped out of a van
i looked down at the ground and 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 swept his legs, 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 one, gave me his shoes like the didnt fit him
one by one i just kept droppin them in a
then i up, swingin in the middle of the kitchen