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I'm the illest rapper to a cordless
corners
Looking for hookers to punch in the mouth with a roll of
I'm meaner in
Than Rosco beating James (?)
And smackin his with vacuum cleaner attachments
I grew up in the wild
As a hazardous
With a fucked up
I used as an excuse
And aint shit
But kept the mindstate
the third time that I failed 9th grade
You probably that I'm a negative person don't be so sure of it
I promote violence I just encourage it
I laugh at the of death
As I fall a cement flight of steps
And land 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

only fair to warn
I was with a set of horns
And attached to my damn umbulical cord
Warlord of rap little bastard with a two by board
That smashed your Honda Accord
a 4 door Ford
But a more toward (?) an accapella
The choppin a into motzerella
than a hellacopta propella
Got you locked in the
With your skeleton
anorexia
While I'm standin to ya
Eating a full meal watching you starve to death
With an IV in veins
you liquid darvicet
Pumping you full of
the plugs
On the victims full of bullet slugs
Who picked up in an ambulance
And
To receiving with the asses ripped outta pants
And
A than 20 percent chance
Of
Have a placement
a hospital patient
Storing the dead in grandma's little basement
Doctor has arrived
To perform an autopsy on you while you "I'M STILL ALIVE!"
Driving a rusty scalpel in through the top of your
And pulling your adams apple out through your
call the fire department
I've hired a
To set to carpet
And burn up your entire
I'm a liar to shit
Got your bitch wrapped around my
So tight you need a to pry her apart wit

Met a retarded kid Greg with a wooden leg
Snatched it off and him over the fucking head with the peg
Go to bed with the keg wake up the 40
Mixed up with Seltzer and Formula 44D
Fuck an acid tab I'll strap the whole 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 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 a promise as Nostradamus
Cause I aint no more threats
I'm doing drivebys in tinted Corvettes on war vets
I'm more or less in the head
Maybe cause I smoked crack (?)
today, yesterday, and the day before
Walk the block a labrador
Strapit corral war more than El Salvador
style galore
Verbal cow
Coming like the eyebrow on Al B. Sure

yo yo yo, my mom sent me up to the store with a food
for a pack of cigarettes and a book at the news
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 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 grabbed one, lit him on pinned him and bit him
the one, gave me his shoes like the didnt fit him
one by one i just kept droppin in a rhythm
i woke up, swingin in the middle of the kitchen