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I'm the illest rapper to a cordless
Patrolling
Looking for hookers to punch in the mouth with a of quarters
I'm meaner in
Rosco beating James Tarteenyer (?)
And his back with vacuum cleaner attachments
I up in the wild hood
As a youth
a fucked up childhood
That I used as an
And shit changed
But the same mindstate
Since the third that I failed 9th grade
You probably think that I'm a person 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 of steps
And inside a bed of spider webs
So caution to the wind
You and a
Can off of a bridge 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 only to warn
I was born with a set of
And metaphors attached to my damn umbulical
Warlord of rap little bastard a two by four board
That smashed into Honda Accord
With a 4 door
But a more (?) droppin an accapella
The choppin a into motzerella
than a hellacopta propella
Got you locked in the
your skeleton showing
Developing
While I'm next to ya
Eating a full course watching you starve to death
With an IV in your
Feeding you darvicet
Pumping you full of
the plugs
On the gunshot victims full of bullet
Who were up in an ambulance
And
To receiving with the asses outta they pants
And
A less 20 percent chance
Of
Have a placement
It's a hospital
the dead bodies in grandma's little basement
Doctor has arrived
To an autopsy on you while you scream "I'M STILL ALIVE!"
Driving a rusty scalpel in through the top of scalp
And your adams apple out through your mouth
call the fire department
I've a arson
To set to carpet
And burn up your entire
I'm a liar to shit
Got your bitch wrapped around my
So tight you need a crobar to pry her 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 with the keg up with the 40
Mixed up with Alka and Formula 44D
Fuck an acid tab I'll strap the whole to my forehead
Wait until it absorbed in and fell to the dead
No more said case end of discussion
I'm blowin up like human combustion
Leaving you in the aftermath of holocaust and
Cross the (?)
We blowin up your house killing your
and coming back to get your foster
And I'm as at keeping a promise as Nostradamus
Cause I aint no more threats
I'm doing drivebys in Corvettes on Vietnam war vets
I'm more or less in the head
Maybe more I smoked crack (?)
today, yesterday, and the day before
Walk the block a labrador
Strapit corral with war more than El
Foul style
Verbal cow
together 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 jumped out of a van
i looked at the ground and picked up a huge 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 back with sticks and seven dudes 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 up, swingin in the middle of the kitchen