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I'm the rapper to hold a cordless
corners
Looking for hookers to punch in the mouth with a roll of
I'm meaner in
Rosco beating James Tarteenyer (?)
And smackin his back with cleaner attachments
I grew up in the hood
As a youth
With a fucked up
I used as an excuse
And aint shit
But the same mindstate
Since the third time I failed 9th grade
You probably think that I'm a person don't be so sure of it
I don't promote violence I just it
I at the sight of death
As I fall down a cement of steps
And land 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 not? Blow your out
I'm blowing out
Fuck it, you only live you might as well die now

only 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
That into your Honda Accord
a 4 door Ford
But a more toward (?) an accapella
The a fella into motzerella
Worse than a hellacopta
Got you in the cella
With skeleton showing
Developing
While I'm next to ya
Eating a full course meal watching you starve to
an IV in your veins
Feeding you darvicet
Pumping you of drugs
the plugs
On the gunshot victims full of bullet
Who were picked up in an
And
To with the asses ripped outta they pants
And
A less 20 percent chance
Of
Have a possible
It's a hospital
the dead bodies in grandma's little basement
Doctor Kevorkian has
To an autopsy on you while you scream "I'M STILL ALIVE!"
Driving a scalpel in through the top of your scalp
And pulling adams apple out through your mouth
Better call the fire
hired a arson
To set fire to
And burn up your 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 Greg with a wooden leg
Snatched it off and beat him over the fucking head the peg
Go to bed the keg wake up with the 40
Mixed up with Seltzer and Formula 44D
Fuck an acid tab I'll strap the whole to my forehead
Wait until it absorbed in and fell to the dead
No more said closed end of discussion
I'm blowin up like human combustion
Leaving you in the aftermath of holocaust and
Cross the (?)
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 aint no more threats
I'm doing drivebys in Corvettes on Vietnam war vets
I'm or less sick in the head
Maybe cause I smoked crack (?)
today, yesterday, and the day Savator
Walk the block a labrador
Strapit corral with war more El Salvador
Foul style
Verbal cow
Coming together the eyebrow on Al B. Sure

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 and picked up a huge branch
i swung it at the first
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 with sticks and seven dudes screamin "GET HIM"
i grabbed one, lit him on pinned him and bit him
the next one, gave me his shoes the didnt fit him
one by one i just kept them in a rhythm
then i woke up, swingin in the of the kitchen