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I'm the illest rapper to hold a
corners
Looking for hookers to punch in the with a roll of quarters
I'm in action
Rosco beating James Tarteenyer (?)
And smackin his with vacuum cleaner attachments
I grew up in the hood
As a hazardous
a fucked up childhood
That I used as an
And shit changed
But the same mindstate
Since the time that I failed 9th grade
You probably think that I'm a person don't be so sure of it
I don't promote violence I encourage it
I laugh at the sight of
As I fall down a flight 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 Blow your brain out
I'm blowing out
Fuck it, you live once you might as well die now

It's only to warn
I was with a set of horns
And metaphors attached to my umbulical cord
Warlord of rap little bastard a two by four board
That smashed your Honda Accord
a 4 door Ford
But a more toward (?) droppin an
The a fella into motzerella
Worse than a hellacopta
Got you in the cella
With your skeleton
anorexia
While I'm standin to ya
Eating a full course watching you starve to death
With an IV in your
Feeding you darvicet
Pumping you full of
Pull the
On the gunshot full of bullet slugs
Who picked up in an ambulance
And
To receiving the asses ripped outta they pants
And
A less than 20 chance
Of
Have a placement
It's a hospital
Storing the dead bodies in little basement
Kevorkian has arrived
To an autopsy on you while you scream "I'M STILL ALIVE!"
Driving a rusty scalpel in through the top of your
And your adams apple out through your mouth
call the fire department
I've hired a
To set fire to
And burn up your entire
I'm a to start shit
Got your bitch wrapped around my
So tight you a crobar to pry her apart wit

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

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