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I'm the illest rapper to a cordless
corners
Looking for hookers to punch in the mouth with a roll of
I'm in action
Than Rosco beating James (?)
And smackin his back with vacuum attachments
I up in the wild hood
As a hazardous
With a up childhood
That I used as an
And shit changed
But kept the mindstate
Since the time that I failed 9th grade
You probably think I'm a negative person don't be so sure of it
I don't promote violence I encourage it
I laugh at the of death
As I fall down a cement flight of
And inside a bed of spider webs
So throw to the wind
You and a
Can off of a bridge and if you live, do it again
Shit, why not? Blow your out
I'm blowing out
it, you only live once you might as well die now

It's only fair to
I was born a set of horns
And metaphors to my damn umbulical cord
Warlord of rap little bastard with a two by four
That into your Honda Accord
a 4 door Ford
But a more toward (?) an accapella
The a fella into motzerella
than a hellacopta propella
Got you locked in the
your skeleton showing
Developing
While I'm next to ya
Eating a full meal watching you starve to death
With an IV in veins
you liquid darvicet
Pumping you full of
Pull the
On the victims full of bullet slugs
Who picked up in an ambulance
And
To receiving with the asses outta they pants
And
A less than 20 chance
Of
a possible placement
It's a patient
Storing the dead bodies in grandma's little
Doctor has arrived
To perform an autopsy on you you scream "I'M STILL ALIVE!"
Driving a rusty scalpel in the top of your scalp
And pulling your adams apple out through your
Better call the department
I've a arson
To set fire to
And up your entire apartment
I'm a liar to start
Got your bitch wrapped my dick
So tight you need a crobar to pry her wit

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

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