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I'm the illest rapper to hold a
Patrolling
Looking for to punch in the mouth with a roll of quarters
I'm in action
Than Rosco James Tarteenyer (?)
And smackin his back with cleaner attachments
I grew up in the wild
As a youth
a fucked up childhood
That I as an excuse
And aint shit
But kept the same
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 I just encourage it
I laugh at the of death
As I fall down a cement flight of
And land inside a bed of spider
So throw to the wind
You and a
Can off of a bridge 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 fair to warn
I was born a set of horns
And metaphors attached to my umbulical cord
Warlord of rap little bastard with a two by four
smashed into your Honda Accord
With a 4 Ford
But a more (?) droppin an accapella
The choppin a fella into
Worse than a hellacopta
Got you locked in the
With your skeleton
Developing
While I'm next to ya
Eating a course meal watching you starve to death
With an IV in your
you liquid darvicet
Pumping you of drugs
Pull the
On the victims full of bullet slugs
Who were up in an ambulance
And
To receiving with the asses ripped they pants
And
A less than 20 chance
Of
Have a placement
It's a patient
Storing the dead bodies in little basement
Kevorkian has arrived
To perform an autopsy on you while you scream "I'M ALIVE!"
Driving a rusty in through the top of your scalp
And pulling your adams apple out through mouth
call the fire department
I've hired a
To set fire to
And burn up your entire
I'm a liar to start
Got bitch wrapped around my dick
So tight you need a to pry her apart wit

Met a kid named Greg 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 Alka and Formula 44D
an acid tab I'll strap the whole sheet to my forehead
Wait until it 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 house killing parents
and back to get your foster mommas
And I'm as good at a promise as Nostradamus
I aint making no more threats
I'm doing drivebys in tinted Corvettes on Vietnam war
I'm or less sick in the head
more cause I smoked crack (?)
today, yesterday, and the day before
the block with a labrador
Strapit corral war more 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 store 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 down at the ground and picked up a 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 to rush
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, me his shoes like the didnt fit him
one by one i kept droppin them in a rhythm
i woke up, swingin in the middle of the kitchen