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I'm the rapper to hold a cordless
corners
Looking for hookers to punch in the mouth a roll of quarters
I'm meaner in
Than Rosco James Tarteenyer (?)
And his back with vacuum cleaner attachments
I grew up in the wild
As a hazardous
With a up childhood
That I as an excuse
And aint changed
But kept the mindstate
Since the time that I failed 9th grade
You probably that I'm a negative person don't be so sure of it
I don't promote violence I just it
I laugh at the sight of
As I fall down a cement of steps
And land inside a bed of spider
So throw caution to the
You and a
Can jump off of a and if you live, do it again
Shit, why not? Blow your out
I'm blowing out
Fuck it, you only once you might as well die now

only fair to warn
I was born with a set of
And metaphors to my damn umbulical cord
of rap little bastard with a two by four board
That smashed into Honda Accord
With a 4 door
But a more toward (?) droppin an
The choppin a into motzerella
Worse than a hellacopta
Got you in the cella
your skeleton showing
Developing
While I'm standin to ya
a full course meal watching you starve to death
With an IV in veins
you liquid darvicet
Pumping you of drugs
the plugs
On the gunshot victims full of bullet
Who were up in an ambulance
And
To receiving the asses ripped outta they pants
And
A less 20 percent chance
Of
Have a possible
It's a patient
Storing the dead bodies in little basement
Doctor Kevorkian has
To perform an on you while you scream "I'M STILL ALIVE!"
Driving a rusty scalpel in the top of your scalp
And pulling your apple out through your mouth
Better the fire department
I've a arson
To set to carpet
And up your entire apartment
I'm a to start shit
Got bitch wrapped around my dick
So tight you need a crobar to pry her wit

Met a retarded kid named Greg a wooden leg
Snatched it off and beat him 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 sheet to my
Wait until it absorbed in and fell to the dead
No more case closed end of discussion
I'm up like spontaneous human combustion
Leaving you in the aftermath of and traumas
the bombas (?)
We blowin up house killing your parents
and back to get your foster mommas
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 sick in the head
Maybe cause I smoked crack (?)
today, yesterday, and the day before
the block with a labrador
Strapit with war more than El Salvador
style galore
Verbal cow
Coming together like the eyebrow on Al B.

yo yo yo, my mom me up to the store with a food stamp
for a pack of cigarettes and a book at the stand
two ran up who jumped out of a blue van
i looked down at the ground and picked up a branch
i swung it at the first
the one hit em
seen it snap so fast it look like it before it hit him
so he to rush
i his legs, pinned him and bit him
he came back sticks and seven dudes screamin "GET HIM"
i one, lit him on fire 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 up, swingin in the middle of the kitchen