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I'm the illest rapper to hold a
corners
Looking for hookers to punch in the with a roll of quarters
I'm meaner in
Than Rosco beating James (?)
And smackin his back with vacuum attachments
I up in the wild hood
As a youth
With a fucked up
That I as an excuse
And aint changed
But the same mindstate
Since the third 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 flight of steps
And land inside a bed of webs
So throw to the wind
You and a
Can jump off of a bridge and if you live, do it
Shit, why not? Blow brain out
I'm blowing out
Fuck it, you only live once you as well die now

It's only to warn
I was with a set of horns
And metaphors attached to my damn umbulical
Warlord of rap little bastard a two by four board
smashed into your Honda Accord
With a 4 Ford
But a more (?) droppin an accapella
The choppin a into motzerella
Worse than a propella
Got you in the cella
With skeleton showing
Developing
I'm standin next to ya
Eating a full course meal you starve to death
an IV in your veins
Feeding you liquid
Pumping you full of
the plugs
On the gunshot victims full of bullet
Who were picked up in an
And
To receiving with the asses ripped they pants
And
A than 20 percent chance
Of
a possible placement
It's a hospital
Storing the dead bodies in grandma's little
Doctor has arrived
To perform an autopsy on you while you "I'M STILL ALIVE!"
Driving a scalpel in through the top of your scalp
And your adams apple out through your mouth
Better the fire department
hired a arson
To set to carpet
And burn up your apartment
I'm a to start shit
Got bitch wrapped around my dick
So tight you need a crobar to pry her wit

Met a retarded kid named with a wooden leg
Snatched it off and beat him over the fucking with the peg
Go to bed with the keg 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 like human combustion
you in the aftermath of holocaust and traumas
Cross the (?)
We blowin up your killing your parents
and back 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 Corvettes on Vietnam war vets
I'm or less sick in the head
Maybe cause I smoked crack (?)
today, yesterday, and the day Savator
Walk the block a labrador
Strapit corral war more than El Salvador
Foul style
Verbal cow
Coming together the eyebrow on Al B. Sure

yo yo yo, my mom sent me up to the store a food stamp
for a pack of and a book at the news 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 first
the one hit em
seen it snap so fast it look like it before it hit him
so he to rush
i swept his legs, him and bit him
he back with sticks and seven dudes screamin "GET HIM"
i grabbed one, lit him on fire him and bit him
the one, gave me his shoes like the didnt fit him
one by one i just kept droppin them in a
then i woke up, swingin in the middle of the