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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 Rosco beating Tarteenyer (?)
And smackin his back with vacuum cleaner
I grew up in the hood
As a hazardous
With a up childhood
That I as an excuse
And aint shit
But the same mindstate
Since the third time that I 9th grade
You probably think that I'm a person don't be so sure of it
I don't promote violence I encourage it
I laugh at the of death
As I down a cement flight of steps
And land a bed of spider webs
So throw to the wind
You and a
Can jump off of a bridge and if you live, do it
Shit, why not? Blow your out
I'm blowing out
Fuck it, you only once you might as well die now

It's only fair to
I was born a set of horns
And metaphors to my damn umbulical cord
Warlord of rap little with a two by four board
That smashed into your Accord
With a 4 door
But a toward (?) droppin an accapella
The a fella into motzerella
Worse than a hellacopta
Got you in the cella
With your skeleton
Developing
While I'm standin to ya
Eating a full meal watching you starve to death
an IV in your veins
Feeding you darvicet
Pumping you of drugs
Pull the
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 20 percent chance
Of
Have a possible
a hospital patient
Storing the dead bodies in grandma's little
Doctor has arrived
To perform an autopsy on you while you "I'M STILL ALIVE!"
Driving a rusty in through the top of your scalp
And your adams apple out through your mouth
Better the fire department
hired a arson
To set to carpet
And burn up your apartment
I'm a liar to shit
Got your wrapped around my dick
So tight you a crobar to pry her apart wit

Met a retarded kid Greg with a wooden leg
Snatched it off and him over the fucking head with the peg
Go to bed the keg wake up with the 40
up with Alka Seltzer and Formula 44D
Fuck an acid tab I'll strap the whole to my forehead
until it absorbed in and fell to the floor dead
No more said case end of discussion
I'm blowin up like human combustion
you in the aftermath of holocaust and traumas
Cross the (?)
We up your house killing your parents
and coming back to get foster mommas
And I'm as good at keeping a as Nostradamus
Cause I making no more threats
I'm doing drivebys in Corvettes on Vietnam war vets
I'm more or sick in the head
more cause I smoked crack (?)
today, yesterday, and the day before
the block with a labrador
Strapit with war more than El Salvador
Foul style
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 and a book at the news stand
two ran up who jumped out of a blue van
i looked down at the and picked up a huge branch
i it at the first dude
the one hit em
seen it snap so fast it look it broke before it hit him
so he to rush
i his legs, pinned him and bit him
he back 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 them in a
then i woke up, swingin in the of the kitchen