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I'm the illest rapper to a cordless
Patrolling
Looking for hookers to in the mouth with a roll of quarters
I'm meaner in
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
the third time that I failed 9th grade
You probably think that I'm a negative person don't be so of it
I don't promote violence I encourage it
I at the sight of death
As I fall down a flight of steps
And inside a bed of spider webs
So caution to the wind
You and a
Can off of a bridge and if you live, do it again
Shit, why not? Blow brain out
I'm mine out
Fuck it, you only live once you as well die now

It's only fair to
I was born a set of horns
And metaphors attached to my damn cord
Warlord of rap little bastard a two by four board
That smashed into your Honda
With a 4 Ford
But a more (?) droppin an accapella
The choppin a into motzerella
Worse than a hellacopta
Got you locked in the
With your skeleton
anorexia
While I'm standin to ya
Eating a course meal watching you starve to death
an IV in your veins
Feeding you darvicet
Pumping you full of
the plugs
On the gunshot victims of bullet slugs
Who picked up in an ambulance
And
To receiving with the asses ripped they pants
And
A less than 20 percent
Of
a possible placement
It's a patient
Storing the bodies in grandma's little basement
Kevorkian has arrived
To perform an autopsy on you you scream "I'M STILL ALIVE!"
Driving a rusty scalpel in through the top of your
And pulling your apple out through your mouth
Better call the fire
I've a arson
To set fire to
And burn up entire apartment
I'm a liar to start
Got your wrapped around my dick
So tight you need a to pry her apart wit

Met a retarded kid named Greg a wooden leg
Snatched it off and him over the fucking head with the peg
Go to bed with the keg up with the 40
Mixed up Alka Seltzer and Formula 44D
an acid tab I'll strap the whole sheet to my forehead
Wait it absorbed in and fell to the floor dead
No more case closed end of discussion
I'm blowin up like spontaneous human
Leaving you in the aftermath of holocaust and
Cross the (?)
We blowin up your killing your parents
and back to get your foster mommas
And I'm as at keeping a promise as Nostradamus
Cause I aint making no threats
I'm drivebys in tinted Corvettes on Vietnam war vets
I'm more or sick in the head
Maybe cause I smoked crack (?)
today, yesterday, and the day before
the block with a labrador
Strapit corral war more than El Salvador
Foul style
cow manure
Coming together like the on Al B. Sure

yo yo yo, my mom sent me up to the store with a stamp
for a pack of cigarettes and a book at the stand
two dudes ran up who out of a blue van
i looked down at the ground and up a huge branch
i it at the first dude
the one hit em
seen it snap so fast it like it broke before it hit him
so he tried to
i swept his legs, him and bit him
he came back with sticks and seven screamin "GET HIM"
i grabbed one, lit him on fire him and bit him
the next one, gave me his shoes the didnt fit him
one by one i just kept droppin in a rhythm
then i woke up, in the middle of the kitchen