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I'm the illest rapper to a cordless
Patrolling
Looking for hookers to punch in the 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 wild
As a hazardous
With a up childhood
That I used as an
And aint changed
But the same mindstate
the third time that I failed 9th grade
You probably think that I'm a negative person don't be so of it
I promote violence I just encourage it
I at the sight of death
As I fall down a cement of steps
And land a bed of spider webs
So throw caution to the
You and a
Can off of a bridge and if you live, do it again
Shit, why Blow your brain out
I'm mine out
Fuck it, you only once you might as well die now

It's only to warn
I was with a set of horns
And metaphors to my damn umbulical cord
Warlord of rap little bastard with a two by board
That smashed into your Honda
With a 4 door
But a more toward (?) an accapella
The choppin a fella motzerella
Worse than a propella
Got you in the cella
With 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 were picked up in an
And
To receiving with the asses ripped outta pants
And
A less than 20 percent
Of
a possible placement
It's a hospital
Storing the dead in grandma's little basement
Doctor Kevorkian has
To an autopsy on you while you scream "I'M STILL ALIVE!"
Driving a rusty scalpel in through the top of scalp
And pulling your adams 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 around my
So you need a crobar to pry her apart wit

Met a kid named 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 Alka and Formula 44D
Fuck an acid tab I'll strap the whole to my forehead
Wait it absorbed in and fell to the floor dead
No said case closed end of discussion
I'm blowin up spontaneous human combustion
you in the aftermath of holocaust and traumas
Cross the (?)
We blowin up your house your parents
and coming to get your foster mommas
And I'm as good at keeping a as Nostradamus
Cause I aint no more threats
I'm doing drivebys in Corvettes on Vietnam war vets
I'm more or sick in the head
more cause I smoked crack (?)
today, yesterday, and the day before
the block with a labrador
Strapit corral war more than El Salvador
Foul galore
Verbal cow
Coming together like the 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 news
two ran up who jumped out of a blue van
i looked down at the ground and up a huge branch
i swung it at the first
the one hit em
seen it snap so fast it like it broke before it hit him
so he to rush
i swept his legs, him and bit him
he came back with sticks and seven screamin "GET HIM"
i grabbed one, lit him on fire 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 middle of the