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I'm the illest to hold a cordless
Patrolling
Looking for hookers to punch in the with a roll of quarters
I'm in action
Than Rosco beating James (?)
And his back with vacuum cleaner attachments
I grew up in the hood
As a hazardous
With a up childhood
That I as an excuse
And aint changed
But kept the mindstate
Since the third time that I 9th grade
You probably think that I'm a negative don't be so sure of it
I don't promote violence I encourage it
I laugh at the sight of
As I fall down a cement of steps
And land a bed of spider webs
So caution to the wind
You and a
Can off of a bridge and if you live, do it again
Shit, why not? Blow brain out
I'm mine out
Fuck it, you only live you might as well die now

only fair to warn
I was with a set of horns
And metaphors attached to my umbulical cord
Warlord of rap little bastard with a two by four
That into your Honda Accord
With a 4 door
But a toward (?) droppin an accapella
The choppin a fella motzerella
Worse than a propella
Got you locked in the
your skeleton showing
Developing
While I'm standin to ya
Eating a course meal watching you starve to death
With an IV in veins
you liquid darvicet
Pumping you of drugs
Pull the
On the gunshot victims full of bullet
Who picked up in an ambulance
And
To receiving the asses ripped outta they pants
And
A less 20 percent chance
Of
a possible placement
It's a hospital
Storing the dead in grandma's little basement
Kevorkian has arrived
To an autopsy on you while you scream "I'M STILL ALIVE!"
a rusty scalpel in through the top of your scalp
And pulling your apple out through your mouth
call the fire department
I've a arson
To set fire to
And up your entire apartment
I'm a liar to shit
Got your bitch wrapped my dick
So tight you a crobar to pry her apart wit

Met a retarded kid Greg with a wooden leg
it off and beat him over the fucking head with 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 to the floor dead
No said case closed end of discussion
I'm blowin up like human combustion
you in the aftermath of holocaust and traumas
Cross the (?)
We blowin up your killing your parents
and coming back to get your foster
And I'm as at keeping a promise as Nostradamus
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 cause I crack (?)
today, yesterday, and the day before
Walk the with a labrador
Strapit corral with war than El Salvador
Foul galore
cow manure
Coming together the eyebrow on Al B. Sure

yo yo yo, my mom sent me up to the store a food stamp
for a of cigarettes and a book at the news stand
two ran up who jumped 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
it snap so fast it look like it broke before it hit him
so he tried to
i his legs, pinned him and bit him
he came back with sticks and 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 droppin them in a rhythm
i woke up, swingin in the middle of the kitchen