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I'm the illest to hold a cordless
corners
Looking for hookers to punch in the with a roll of quarters
I'm meaner in
Than Rosco beating Tarteenyer (?)
And smackin his back with vacuum cleaner
I grew up in the hood
As a youth
a fucked up childhood
That I as an excuse
And aint shit
But kept the same
Since the third time that I failed 9th
You probably think I'm a negative person don't be so sure of it
I don't promote I just encourage it
I laugh at the sight of
As I down a cement flight of steps
And land inside a bed of webs
So throw to the wind
You and a
Can off of a bridge and if you live, do it again
Shit, why not? Blow your out
I'm mine out
Fuck it, you live 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
Warlord of rap little bastard with a two by four
That into your Honda Accord
With a 4 door
But a more toward (?) an accapella
The choppin a fella into
Worse than a propella
Got you in the cella
With skeleton showing
anorexia
While I'm standin to ya
Eating a full course 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 slugs
Who picked up in an ambulance
And
To receiving the asses ripped outta they pants
And
A less than 20 percent
Of
Have a placement
a hospital patient
Storing the dead bodies in grandma's basement
Doctor has arrived
To perform an autopsy on you you scream "I'M STILL ALIVE!"
a rusty scalpel in through the top of your scalp
And pulling your apple out through your mouth
Better call the department
I've a arson
To set fire to
And burn up your apartment
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 named with a wooden leg
Snatched it off and beat him over the head with the peg
Go to bed the keg wake up with the 40
Mixed up Alka Seltzer and Formula 44D
Fuck an acid tab I'll the whole sheet to my forehead
Wait until it absorbed in and 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 killing your parents
and coming to get your foster mommas
And I'm as good at a promise as Nostradamus
Cause I making no more threats
I'm doing drivebys in tinted on Vietnam war vets
I'm more or sick in the head
more cause I smoked crack (?)
today, yesterday, and the day before
Walk the block with a
Strapit with war more than El Salvador
Foul style
cow manure
Coming together like the eyebrow on Al B.

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 dudes ran up who out of a blue van
i down at the ground and picked up a huge branch
i swung it at the dude
the one hit em
seen it snap so fast it look like it broke 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 one, lit him on fire pinned him and bit him
the next one, gave me his shoes like the fit him
one by one i just kept them in a rhythm
then i woke up, swingin in the of the kitchen