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I'm the rapper to hold a cordless
Patrolling
for hookers to punch in the mouth with a roll of quarters
I'm in action
Than beating James Tarteenyer (?)
And smackin his back vacuum cleaner attachments
I grew up in the wild
As a youth
With a 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 violence I just encourage it
I laugh at the sight of
As I fall down a cement flight of
And inside a bed of spider webs
So caution to the wind
You and a
Can jump off of a bridge and if you live, do it
Shit, why not? Blow your out
I'm blowing out
Fuck it, you only once you might as well die now

It's fair to warn
I was with a set of horns
And metaphors to my damn umbulical cord
of rap little bastard with a two by four board
That into your Honda Accord
With a 4 Ford
But a more toward (?) an accapella
The a fella into motzerella
Worse than a hellacopta
Got you locked in the
With skeleton showing
anorexia
While I'm next to ya
Eating a full course watching you starve to death
With an IV in veins
Feeding you liquid
you full of drugs
Pull the
On the gunshot victims full of bullet
Who were up in an ambulance
And
To receiving the asses ripped outta they pants
And
A than 20 percent chance
Of
Have a possible
a hospital patient
Storing the dead bodies in little basement
Doctor Kevorkian has
To perform an on you while you scream "I'M STILL ALIVE!"
a rusty scalpel in through the top of your scalp
And pulling your adams out through your mouth
Better call the fire
I've hired a
To set fire to
And burn up your apartment
I'm a to start shit
Got bitch wrapped around my dick
So tight you a crobar to pry her apart 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
up with Alka Seltzer and Formula 44D
Fuck an acid tab strap the whole sheet to my forehead
Wait until it absorbed in and fell to the floor
No more said case closed end of
I'm blowin up like spontaneous combustion
Leaving you in the aftermath of and traumas
Cross the (?)
We up your house killing your parents
and coming to get your foster mommas
And I'm as good at keeping a as Nostradamus
I aint making no more threats
I'm doing drivebys in tinted Corvettes on Vietnam war
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 with war more than El Salvador
Foul galore
cow manure
Coming together the eyebrow on Al B. Sure

yo yo yo, my mom me up to the store with a food stamp
for a pack of cigarettes and a book at the news
two dudes ran up who out of a blue van
i looked down at the ground and picked up a branch
i swung it at the first
the one hit em
seen it snap so fast it like it broke before it hit him
so he tried to
i swept his legs, him and bit him
he came with sticks 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 droppin in a rhythm
then i woke up, in the middle of the kitchen