C-c-check, yo
Real sick hearing these pricks shit get there throats slit 'coz they talkin' to me like I'm thick And I'm real tired of these bullshit They best go, 'coz I'm lookin' for 'em on the sly
I've had it up to here, right up to here Might ave to do it reservoir dogs style of their ear 'Coz I've had enuff of bredders tough, tryin' ta get rough its obvious they ain't rough enuff, listen
I don't just talk the talk, I it That's why my always comin' out with raw shit My rap distorted like lil' mo getting rapped And keepin' the baby instead of it aborted
Yo, I talk morbid just to make you awkward Deaths a part of life, yo, you cant ignore it Especially when I rip out your heart and on my sleeve sport it Somethin' you feel precious 'coz ya dead bought it
I so foul, I talk so course, I show no regret I show no like a necromanic raping a corpse Up the anal passage contracting genital warts
My metaphor's are twisted that game Where you put that hob nob in ya gob If you the one to come on the biscuit I'm so sadistic so I about finding My mums ex floating in a bath tub with his wrists
And I'm real sick hearing pricks talk shit They get there throats slit 'coz they to me like I'm thick And I'm real tired of these guys best go, hide 'coz I'm lookin' for 'em on the sly
I've had it up to here, right up to Might ave to do it reservoir dogs slice of their ear 'Coz I've had enuff of bredders tough, tryin' ta get rough its obvious they ain't rough enuff
You best buy a TV if you me to stop 'Coz I'm so heavy by the things that I watch It ain't just 'Pulp Fiction' and Dogs' It's irreversible, there's my 'City Of
the news on every channel when I turn on the box It seems Pedophiles on top of the pops glitter, Michael Mish-a-walk On the net ken got his neck tek off
some nasty shit and still you wonder why I'm sick When I see this shit and I say exactly I think That's some shit and you don't ban it But you ban computer games, somethin' 'round here really
about cigarettes and alcoholic drinks? Or the animal that died just so your could wear that mink disgraceful like gettin' caught, pissin' in the sink A white wont suck my dick just because its pink
And I'm real sick hearing these talk shit They get there throats slit they talkin' to me like I'm thick And I'm real of these bullshit guys They best go, hide I'm lookin' for 'em on the sly
Had it up to here, right up to ave to do it reservoir dogs style slice of their ear 'Coz had enuff of bredders actin' tough, tryin' ta get rough When its they ain't rough enuff
Check it, the last verse is as bad as the first Compared to the second, yo, it's definitely 'Coz is about a guy getting chauffeured in a hurst Let me do what Nas did and tell shit in reverse
The brings the corpse back to the morgue The guy from the undresses the corpse Embalming fluid goes back out, the blood back in Body goes back to where it comes alive again
The paramedics walk like an Irish dance Put the wounded man back in the The engine turns back on And its lights as it plays his favorite song
The guy goes back to the spot where they found him And the medics and and all the by go back Where they from till eventually No one surrounds him and the pours up him Rather down him
The man then falls upwards back on his Stumbles a dark figure on the other side of the street He walks the blade that cut his belly Then he holds his neck which was bleeding
He his hand so you can see the cut And as the knife the slice, it closes back up He unsays the he said which were, 'What the fuck' And unscreams the from the first initial cut
Then the blood from he severed ear Crawls up his cheek and slowly disappears As the wielding silhouette unhacks it from the rear Puts the knife after reattaching the ear
Then walks backwards the bushes Where he's nature Who's the guy on the bench, I'm reading his Takes the he stepped on back from its creator Only to be killed again when I forward this shit later
in his house now back in his bed He to a CD and un-bops his head Take's the CD out the player and puts it in its case Which has my on the cover along with my face
Fast forward, there's been a And the police know done it Not lookin' for a motive 'coz don't know why he done it enough it don't take that long for them to find a reason And they publicly state it on TV that
A couple of months later, this gets banned Like it was me who put that in his hand And him to kill that man
this whole song was just some kinda sickly devised plan To some poor cunt I don't even know And I've never met before in my
The words whoever said, "The pen is mightier the sword" Was and you better think twice Before you step to me and a fight