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I'm the illest to hold a cordless
corners
Looking for to punch in the mouth with a roll of quarters
I'm meaner in
Rosco beating James Tarteenyer (?)
And smackin his with vacuum cleaner attachments
I grew up in the hood
As a youth
a fucked up childhood
That I used as an
And aint changed
But kept the same
Since the third that I failed 9th grade
You probably think that I'm a negative person don't be so of it
I don't promote I just encourage it
I laugh at the of death
As I fall down a cement flight of
And land inside a bed of webs
So throw caution to the
You and a
Can jump off of a and if you live, do it again
Shit, why not? your brain out
I'm blowing out
Fuck it, you only live you might as well die now

It's only to warn
I was born a set of horns
And metaphors to my damn umbulical cord
Warlord of rap little bastard a two by four board
That smashed into your Honda
With a 4 door
But a more (?) droppin an accapella
The a fella into motzerella
Worse a hellacopta propella
Got you in the cella
With your showing
Developing
I'm standin next to ya
Eating a course meal watching you starve to death
an IV in your veins
Feeding you liquid
you full of drugs
Pull the
On the gunshot full of bullet slugs
Who were up in an ambulance
And
To receiving the asses ripped outta they pants
And
A less than 20 chance
Of
a possible placement
It's a hospital
the dead bodies in grandma's little basement
Doctor Kevorkian has
To perform an autopsy on you you scream "I'M STILL ALIVE!"
Driving a rusty scalpel in through the top of your
And your adams apple out through your mouth
Better call the fire
I've hired a
To set fire to
And burn up your entire
I'm a liar to shit
Got your bitch around my dick
So you need a crobar to pry her apart wit

Met a retarded kid named Greg a wooden leg
Snatched it off and beat him over the head with the peg
Go to bed the keg wake up with the 40
up with Alka Seltzer and Formula 44D
Fuck an 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 up like spontaneous human combustion
Leaving you in the aftermath of holocaust and
the bombas (?)
We blowin up your house killing your
and coming back to get foster mommas
And I'm as at keeping a promise as Nostradamus
Cause I aint making no more
I'm doing drivebys in tinted on Vietnam war vets
I'm more or sick in the head
Maybe more I smoked crack (?)
today, yesterday, and the day before
the block with a labrador
Strapit corral with war more El Salvador
style galore
Verbal cow
Coming together like the eyebrow on Al B.

yo yo yo, my mom sent me up to the store a food stamp
for a pack of cigarettes and a book at the stand
two dudes ran up who jumped out of a van
i looked down at the ground and up a huge branch
i swung it at the dude
the one hit em
seen it snap so fast it like it broke before it hit him
so he to rush
i his legs, pinned him and bit him
he came back with sticks and seven screamin "GET HIM"
i grabbed one, lit him on fire him and bit him
the next one, me his shoes like the didnt fit him
one by one i just kept droppin in a rhythm
then i woke up, swingin in the middle of the