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I'm the illest rapper to hold a
corners
Looking for hookers to punch in the mouth with a of quarters
I'm in action
Than Rosco beating Tarteenyer (?)
And smackin his back vacuum cleaner attachments
I grew up in the hood
As a youth
a fucked up childhood
That I used as an
And aint changed
But the same mindstate
Since the third time that I failed 9th
You probably think that I'm a negative don't be so sure of it
I don't promote I just encourage it
I laugh at the sight of
As I fall down a cement flight of
And land inside a bed of 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 once you as well die now

only fair to warn
I was with a set of horns
And metaphors attached to my damn umbulical
Warlord of rap little with a two by four board
smashed into your Honda Accord
With a 4 Ford
But a more toward (?) an accapella
The choppin a fella motzerella
Worse than a hellacopta
Got you locked in the
With your showing
anorexia
While I'm next to ya
Eating a course meal watching you starve to death
With an IV in your
Feeding you liquid
Pumping you full of
Pull the
On the gunshot full of bullet slugs
Who were up in an ambulance
And
To receiving the asses ripped outta they pants
And
A less 20 percent chance
Of
Have a possible
It's a hospital
Storing the dead bodies in grandma's little
Kevorkian has arrived
To perform an autopsy on you while you scream "I'M ALIVE!"
Driving a rusty scalpel in through the top of scalp
And your adams apple out through your mouth
Better the fire department
I've a arson
To set to carpet
And burn up entire apartment
I'm a to start shit
Got your bitch wrapped my dick
So tight you need a crobar to pry her 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
Mixed up 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 closed end of
I'm blowin up like human combustion
you in the aftermath of holocaust and traumas
Cross the (?)
We blowin up your house killing your
and coming back to get your foster
And I'm as good at keeping a as Nostradamus
Cause I aint making no more
I'm doing drivebys in Corvettes on Vietnam war vets
I'm or less sick in the head
Maybe more cause I crack (?)
today, yesterday, and the day before
the block with a labrador
Strapit with war more than El Salvador
Foul style
cow manure
Coming like 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 at the news stand
two ran up who jumped out of a blue van
i looked down at the ground and up a huge branch
i it at the first dude
the one hit em
it snap so fast it look like it broke before it hit him
so he tried to
i swept his legs, him and bit him
he back with sticks and seven dudes screamin "GET HIM"
i one, lit him on fire pinned him and bit him
the one, gave 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