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I'm the rapper to hold a cordless
corners
Looking for hookers to punch in the mouth with a of quarters
I'm in action
Than Rosco James Tarteenyer (?)
And smackin his back with cleaner attachments
I up in the wild hood
As a youth
With a fucked up
I used as an excuse
And aint changed
But kept the mindstate
the third time that I failed 9th grade
You probably think that I'm a negative person be so sure of it
I don't promote I just encourage it
I laugh at the of death
As I fall a cement flight of steps
And land inside a bed of spider
So throw caution to the
You and a
Can off of a bridge and if you live, do it again
Shit, why Blow your brain out
I'm blowing out
Fuck it, you only live once you might as die now

It's fair to warn
I was born with a set of
And metaphors attached to my damn umbulical
Warlord of rap bastard with 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 hellacopta
Got you locked in the
With your showing
anorexia
While I'm standin to ya
Eating a full course watching you starve to death
an IV in your veins
Feeding you darvicet
Pumping you full of
the plugs
On the gunshot victims full of slugs
Who were up in an ambulance
And
To with the asses ripped outta they pants
And
A less than 20 percent
Of
Have a possible
It's a patient
Storing the bodies in grandma's little basement
Doctor Kevorkian has
To perform an autopsy on you while you "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
hired a arson
To set to carpet
And burn up your entire
I'm a liar to start
Got your bitch around my dick
So tight you need a to pry her apart wit

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

yo yo yo, my mom sent me up to the store with a stamp
for a pack of cigarettes and a book at the news
two ran up who jumped 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
it snap so fast it look like it broke before it hit him
so he to rush
i swept his legs, him and bit him
he came back with and seven dudes screamin "GET HIM"
i grabbed one, lit him on pinned him and bit him
the next one, gave me his like the didnt fit him
one by one i just kept droppin them in a
then i woke up, in the middle of the kitchen