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I'm the rapper to hold a cordless
Patrolling
Looking for hookers to punch in the with a roll of quarters
I'm meaner in
Than beating James Tarteenyer (?)
And smackin his back with cleaner attachments
I grew up in the wild
As a youth
With a up childhood
That I used as an
And aint changed
But kept the mindstate
Since the third time I failed 9th grade
You probably think that I'm a negative don't be so sure of it
I don't promote violence I encourage it
I laugh at the sight of
As I fall down a cement of steps
And inside a bed of spider webs
So throw caution to the
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
Fuck it, you live once you might as well die now

It's only fair to
I was born a set of horns
And metaphors attached to my damn cord
Warlord of rap little bastard a two by four board
That smashed into your Honda
With a 4 door
But a more toward (?) an accapella
The a fella into motzerella
Worse than a propella
Got you in the cella
With your skeleton
anorexia
While I'm next to ya
Eating a full meal watching you starve to death
an IV in your veins
Feeding you darvicet
you full of drugs
Pull the
On the gunshot victims of bullet slugs
Who were picked up in an
And
To receiving with the asses outta they pants
And
A less than 20 percent
Of
a possible placement
It's a hospital
Storing the dead bodies in grandma's little
Kevorkian 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 pulling your adams out through your mouth
Better the fire department
I've hired a
To set fire to
And up your entire apartment
I'm a liar to shit
Got bitch wrapped around my dick
So tight you need a to pry her apart wit

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

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