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I'm rolling down the hill, snowballing, getting
An in the chamber, the hammer from the trigger
I seen him get stabbed, I watched the spill out
He had more cuts than my man Chuck

24 is my age, and 22 is my
I'm writing on a page, I'm going off in a rage
Becuase I'm out on a mission, a car mission
Had a small problem with the

Three on the in the middle of the night
I have steak on my head 'cause I got into a fist fight
Life comes in phases, take the good the bad
You bought those on the street, and you know you got had

it's all high spirit, you know you gotta hear it
Don't touch the mic baby, don't come it
gonna getchya, it's gonna getchya
It's gonna getchya, girl, gonna getchya

Looking the barrel of a gun
Son of a gun, son of a
Getting paid, rich

violence be running through my head
Cold Medina, making me see red
Rapid fire like Rambo got bullets
I'm gonna die like my kid Bruce Willis

I love girlies, and milking
Coordinating chicks is my man Dave
Predetermined is who I am
You got your finger on the like the Son of Sam

I am like Clockwork Orange off on the town
got homeboys bonanza to beat your ass down
Well I'm mad at my desk, and I be writing all curse
my aggressions through my schizophrenic verse words

You're a headless chicken chasin' a sucker free
You're for a fist to put your face in
Get hip don't knuckle heads
is schism on the serious tip