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I'm the rapper to hold a cordless
Patrolling
Looking for hookers to punch in the mouth a roll of quarters
I'm in action
Than Rosco beating James (?)
And smackin his back with vacuum attachments
I up in the wild hood
As a hazardous
a fucked up childhood
That I as an excuse
And shit changed
But kept the mindstate
Since the third that I failed 9th grade
You probably think I'm a negative person don't be so sure of it
I promote violence I just encourage it
I at the sight of death
As I fall down a cement flight of
And land inside a bed of webs
So throw to the wind
You and a
Can jump off of a and if you live, do it again
Shit, why not? Blow brain out
I'm blowing out
Fuck it, you live once you might as well die now

It's fair to warn
I was born with a set of
And metaphors attached to my damn cord
of rap little bastard with a two by four board
That smashed into Honda Accord
a 4 door Ford
But a more toward (?) droppin an
The choppin a into motzerella
Worse than a hellacopta
Got you in the cella
With skeleton showing
Developing
I'm standin next to ya
Eating a full course meal watching you to death
an IV in your veins
Feeding you 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
Have a placement
a hospital patient
Storing the dead bodies in grandma's little
Kevorkian has arrived
To perform an autopsy on you you scream "I'M STILL ALIVE!"
Driving a rusty scalpel in through the top of scalp
And pulling your adams apple out through mouth
Better call the fire
hired a arson
To set fire to
And burn up your apartment
I'm a liar to start
Got your wrapped around my dick
So you need a crobar to pry her apart wit

Met a retarded kid Greg with a wooden leg
Snatched it off and beat him over the fucking head the peg
Go to bed the keg wake up with the 40
Mixed up with Alka and Formula 44D
Fuck an tab I'll strap the whole sheet to my forehead
Wait until it in and fell to the floor dead
No more said case closed end of
I'm blowin up like human combustion
Leaving you in the of holocaust and traumas
Cross the (?)
We blowin up your house killing your
and back to get your foster mommas
And I'm as good at a promise as Nostradamus
Cause I aint making no more
I'm doing drivebys in tinted Corvettes on war vets
I'm more or less sick in the
Maybe more cause I smoked (?)
today, yesterday, and the day before
the block with a labrador
Strapit corral with war than El Salvador
Foul style
cow manure
Coming like the eyebrow on Al B. Sure

yo yo yo, my mom sent me up to the store with a stamp
for a of cigarettes and a book at the news stand
two dudes ran up who out of a blue 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 fast it like it broke before it hit him
so he tried to
i his legs, pinned him and bit him
he came with sticks and seven dudes screamin "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 droppin in a rhythm
then i woke up, swingin in the middle of the