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Met a retarded kid named Greg a wooden leg Snatched it off and beat him 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 sheet to my forehead Wait it absorbed in and fell to the floor dead No more said closed end of discussion I'm blowin up like spontaneous human you in the aftermath of holocaust and traumas Cross the (?) We blowin up your house killing parents and coming back to get your foster And I'm as good at keeping a as Nostradamus Cause I aint no more threats I'm doing drivebys in tinted Corvettes on war vets I'm more or sick in the head Maybe more cause I crack (?) today, yesterday, and the day Savator Walk the block a labrador Strapit corral with war more El Salvador Foul galore Verbal cow Coming together like the eyebrow on Al B.
yo yo yo, my mom sent me up to the store with a food for a of cigarettes and a book at the news stand two dudes ran up who jumped out of a van i looked down at the ground and picked up a branch i swung it at the first the one hit em seen it snap so fast it look it broke before it hit him so he to rush i swept his legs, him and bit him he came back sticks and seven dudes screamin "GET HIM" i grabbed one, lit him on pinned him and bit him the next one, gave me his like the didnt fit him one by one i just droppin them in a rhythm then i up, swingin in the middle of the kitchen