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I'll admit, I was a wild when I was a kid
dope, poppin' Shroomz and droppin' lots of sin
Psychedelic visions would my view
Feelin' the alter-states as they my fate

But I [Incomprehensible], all distorted shit brought it up
I short and couldn't afford to store it up
So I began to it on audio
The autobiography of Mario

Somethin' that's unbelievable,
That half the I set out to do was achievable
But alas, at all the shit come to pass
While we remained strong, others like glass

'Cause you lack style, and you need all the help
you're fragile, and it should say it on your cover
This side up, for the
Who intelligence, integrity, intensity

Oh, true, I got you in an angle like Kurt
But don't go gettin' your feelin's hurt
I spit many bars of heat, burn like a furnace
I rhymes out like coffee spillin' out your dermis

I got my 9 millimeter at my waist,
I got my in the escalade, papa
If you feel groggy then jump and get sprayed,
I don't but you dug your own grave, papa

I got my 9 at my waist, papa
I got my shotgun in the escalade,
If you feel then jump and get sprayed, papa
I don't wanna but you dug own grave, papa

You know me and you've with me
And if I had a big enough pad, I'd take you all with me
I don't walk with bodyguards, that's not me
I'm hangin' out with the people of my

Used to a lot of enemies with bad intentions
Spreadin' gossip disease, creatin' lots of tension
People turn around when you become a star it
But others hate you all 'cause you've fulfilled all your

They smile in your face and act like nothin's
When you turn your back, they hate, and play one of songs
Why don't you take your mask off, look me in the
You afraid I might blast-off and call you on life?

a deep one, and peep son
Retribution comes more than once, like a re-run
a cheap one to kill, so steep son
You're another one who gets thrown in the quay, son

I got my 9 at my waist, papa
I got my shotgun in the escalade,
If you feel then jump and get sprayed, papa
I don't wanna but you dug your own grave,

I got my 9 at my waist, papa
I got my shotgun in the escalade,
If you feel then jump and get sprayed, papa
I wanna but you dug your own grave, papa

You they smile in your face
You know they try to take
I let you punks know you safe
'Cause you know you're dead-weight

But at the day they gettin' stalled out for some reason
But not from me, it's punk-hunt season
Charged with high-treason, I'm easin' the blow
[Incomprehensible], that you're leasin', ain't gonna roll

So think about that, is it worth the
When you flirt with pain, bitch you hurt your brain
But you're thick-headed, numskull and rick it
"It was the moment you feared, when my spreaded"

I got my 9 at my waist, papa
I got my shotgun in the escalade,
If you feel groggy then jump and get sprayed,
I don't but you dug your own grave, papa

I got my 9millimeter at my waist,
I got my in the escalade, papa
If you feel groggy then jump and get sprayed,
I don't but you dug your own grave, papa

You they smile in your face
You know they try to space
I let you punks know you ain't
You know they can't wait

You they smile in your face
You they try to take space
I let you punks know you ain't
You know they just can't