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I'm the rapper to hold a cordless
Patrolling
for hookers to punch in the mouth with a roll of quarters
I'm meaner in
Than Rosco James Tarteenyer (?)
And smackin his back with cleaner attachments
I grew up in the wild
As a youth
With a up childhood
I used as an excuse
And aint shit
But kept the mindstate
Since the third 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 at the sight of death
As I fall down a cement of steps
And inside a bed of spider webs
So caution to the wind
You and a
Can jump off of a and if you live, do it again
Shit, why not? Blow brain out
I'm mine out
it, you only live once you might as well die now

It's fair to warn
I was born a set of horns
And metaphors attached to my umbulical cord
Warlord of rap bastard with a two by four board
smashed into your Honda Accord
With a 4 Ford
But a toward (?) droppin an accapella
The choppin a into motzerella
Worse a hellacopta propella
Got you in the cella
With your showing
anorexia
While I'm standin to ya
Eating a course meal watching you starve to death
With an IV in your
you liquid darvicet
Pumping you full of
the plugs
On the gunshot victims of bullet slugs
Who were picked up in an
And
To receiving with the asses outta they pants
And
A less than 20 chance
Of
a possible placement
It's a patient
Storing the dead bodies in grandma's little
Doctor has arrived
To perform an on you while you scream "I'M STILL ALIVE!"
Driving a scalpel in through the top of your scalp
And pulling your adams apple out your mouth
Better the fire department
I've a arson
To set to carpet
And up your entire apartment
I'm a liar to start
Got your bitch around my dick
So tight you need a to pry her apart wit

Met a retarded kid Greg with a wooden leg
Snatched it off and beat him over the head with the peg
Go to bed with the keg up with the 40
up with Alka Seltzer and Formula 44D
Fuck an tab I'll strap 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 blowin up like spontaneous combustion
Leaving you in the of holocaust and traumas
Cross the (?)
We blowin up your killing your parents
and back 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 I smoked crack (?)
today, yesterday, and the day Savator
Walk the block a labrador
Strapit corral with war more than El
style galore
Verbal cow
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 looked down at the ground and picked up a huge
i swung it at the dude
the one hit em
seen it 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 back sticks and seven dudes screamin "GET HIM"
i one, lit him on fire pinned him and bit him
the next one, me his shoes like the didnt fit him
one by one i just kept droppin in a rhythm
i woke up, swingin in the middle of the kitchen