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I'm the illest to hold a cordless
corners
Looking for to punch in the mouth with a roll of quarters
I'm meaner in
Than beating James Tarteenyer (?)
And smackin his back with cleaner attachments
I up in the wild hood
As a youth
With a up childhood
That I as an excuse
And shit changed
But the same mindstate
Since the third time 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 encourage it
I laugh at the of death
As I fall a cement flight of steps
And inside a bed of spider webs
So throw to the wind
You and a
Can off of a bridge and if you live, do it again
Shit, why Blow your 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 with a set of
And attached to my damn umbulical cord
Warlord of rap little bastard with a two by board
That smashed into Honda Accord
With a 4 door
But a toward (?) droppin an accapella
The choppin a fella into
Worse than a hellacopta
Got you in the cella
With your showing
anorexia
While I'm standin to ya
Eating a full course watching you starve to death
With an IV in veins
Feeding you darvicet
Pumping you full of
Pull the
On the gunshot full of bullet slugs
Who picked up in an ambulance
And
To receiving with the asses ripped outta they
And
A less than 20 chance
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 scalp
And pulling your adams out through your mouth
Better call the department
I've a arson
To set to carpet
And up your entire apartment
I'm a liar to shit
Got your wrapped around my dick
So tight you need a to pry her apart wit

Met a retarded kid named Greg with a leg
Snatched it off and beat him over the head with the peg
Go to bed with the keg wake up the 40
up with Alka Seltzer and Formula 44D
Fuck an acid tab strap the whole sheet to my forehead
Wait until it absorbed in and fell to the dead
No more said case closed end of
I'm blowin up spontaneous human combustion
Leaving you in the of holocaust and traumas
Cross the (?)
We blowin up your house killing parents
and coming back to get your mommas
And I'm as at keeping a promise as Nostradamus
I aint 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 Savator
the block with a labrador
Strapit corral with war than El Salvador
style galore
Verbal cow
Coming together like the on Al B. Sure

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 jumped out of a van
i looked at the ground and picked up a huge branch
i swung it at the first
the one hit em
seen it snap so fast it look 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 fire 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