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I'm the illest rapper to a cordless
Patrolling
Looking for to punch in the mouth with a roll of quarters
I'm in action
Than beating James Tarteenyer (?)
And smackin his back with vacuum cleaner
I grew up in the hood
As a hazardous
With a up childhood
I used as an excuse
And aint changed
But kept the same
Since the third time I failed 9th grade
You think that I'm a negative person don't be so sure of it
I don't violence I just encourage it
I at the sight of death
As I fall down a flight of steps
And land inside a bed of spider
So throw caution to the
You and a
Can jump off of a 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

It's only to warn
I was born a set of horns
And attached to my damn umbulical cord
of rap little bastard with a two by four board
That smashed into your Accord
With a 4 door
But a toward (?) droppin an accapella
The choppin a fella into
than a hellacopta propella
Got you in the cella
With your showing
Developing
While I'm next to ya
a full course meal watching you starve to death
With an IV in veins
Feeding you liquid
Pumping you of drugs
Pull the
On the gunshot victims of bullet slugs
Who were picked up in an
And
To receiving the asses ripped outta they pants
And
A less 20 percent chance
Of
a possible placement
It's a hospital
the dead bodies in grandma's little basement
Doctor Kevorkian has
To perform an autopsy on you you scream "I'M STILL ALIVE!"
Driving a scalpel in through the top of your scalp
And pulling your adams out through your mouth
Better call the fire
I've a arson
To set fire to
And up your entire apartment
I'm a liar to shit
Got your bitch wrapped around my
So tight you need a to pry her apart wit

Met a retarded kid named with a wooden leg
Snatched it off and beat him over the fucking with the peg
Go to bed the keg wake up with the 40
up with Alka Seltzer and Formula 44D
Fuck an acid tab strap the whole sheet to my forehead
Wait 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 blowin up your house killing parents
and coming back to get foster mommas
And I'm as good at a promise as Nostradamus
Cause I making no more threats
I'm doing in tinted Corvettes on Vietnam war vets
I'm or less sick in the head
more cause I smoked crack (?)
today, yesterday, and the day before
Walk the block with a
corral with war more than El Salvador
Foul style
Verbal cow
together like the eyebrow on Al B. Sure

yo yo yo, my mom sent me up to the with a food stamp
for a pack of cigarettes and a book at the stand
two dudes ran up who jumped out of a van
i looked down at the ground and picked up a branch
i it at the first dude
the one hit em
seen it snap so it look like it broke before it hit him
so he tried to
i swept his legs, him and bit him
he came back with sticks and seven dudes "GET HIM"
i grabbed one, lit him on fire him and bit him
the one, gave me his shoes like the didnt fit him
one by one i just kept them in a rhythm
then i woke up, in the middle of the kitchen