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I'm the illest to hold a cordless
Patrolling
Looking for hookers to punch in the mouth with a of quarters
I'm meaner in
Than Rosco beating James (?)
And his back with vacuum cleaner attachments
I grew up in the hood
As a youth
a fucked up childhood
That I as an excuse
And aint shit
But the same mindstate
the third time that I failed 9th grade
You think that I'm a negative 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 land inside a bed of spider
So throw caution to the
You and a
Can jump off of a and if you live, do it again
Shit, why not? Blow your out
I'm blowing out
Fuck it, you only live you might as well die now

only fair to warn
I was born a set of horns
And attached to my damn umbulical cord
Warlord of rap little bastard with a two by board
That smashed your Honda Accord
a 4 door Ford
But a toward (?) droppin an accapella
The choppin a fella motzerella
Worse a hellacopta propella
Got you in the cella
With your skeleton
Developing
While I'm standin to ya
Eating a course meal watching you starve to death
an IV in your veins
Feeding you darvicet
you full of drugs
Pull the
On the gunshot victims full of bullet
Who were picked up in an
And
To with the asses ripped outta they pants
And
A less than 20 percent
Of
a possible placement
It's a patient
the dead bodies in grandma's little basement
Doctor has arrived
To perform an autopsy on you you scream "I'M STILL ALIVE!"
a rusty scalpel in through the top of your scalp
And pulling your apple out through your mouth
Better call the fire
I've a arson
To set fire to
And burn up your apartment
I'm a liar to shit
Got bitch wrapped around my dick
So you need a crobar to pry her apart wit

Met a kid named Greg with a wooden leg
Snatched it off and beat him the fucking head with the peg
Go to bed the keg wake up with the 40
Mixed up with Seltzer and Formula 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 spontaneous human combustion
Leaving you in the aftermath of and traumas
the bombas (?)
We blowin up your house killing parents
and coming back to get your mommas
And I'm as at keeping a promise as Nostradamus
Cause I making no more threats
I'm doing drivebys in tinted Corvettes on war vets
I'm more or less in the head
Maybe more I smoked crack (?)
today, yesterday, and the day before
Walk the with a labrador
Strapit corral with war more than El
Foul style
Verbal cow
Coming together like the eyebrow on Al B.

yo yo yo, my mom sent me up to the with a food stamp
for a pack of cigarettes and a at the news stand
two dudes ran up who out of a blue van
i looked down at the ground and picked up a huge
i it at the first dude
the one hit em
seen it snap so fast it look it broke before it hit him
so he tried to
i his legs, pinned him and bit him
he came back with sticks and 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 droppin them in a
then i up, swingin in the middle of the kitchen