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I'm the rapper to hold a cordless
corners
Looking for hookers to punch in the mouth with a roll of
I'm meaner in
Than Rosco James Tarteenyer (?)
And smackin his back with vacuum cleaner
I grew up in the hood
As a youth
a fucked up childhood
That I used as an
And aint changed
But kept the same
Since the time that I failed 9th grade
You probably think that I'm a negative person be so sure of it
I don't promote violence I encourage it
I laugh at the of death
As I fall down a cement of steps
And land inside a bed of 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 brain out
I'm blowing out
Fuck it, you only live you might as well die now

It's only to warn
I was born a set of horns
And attached to my damn umbulical cord
Warlord of rap little with a two by four board
That into your Honda Accord
With a 4 Ford
But a toward (?) droppin an accapella
The choppin a fella into
Worse than a propella
Got you in the cella
your skeleton showing
Developing
I'm standin next to ya
Eating a full meal watching you starve to death
With an IV in your
you liquid darvicet
Pumping you of drugs
Pull the
On the gunshot victims of bullet slugs
Who were up in an ambulance
And
To receiving with the asses ripped outta they
And
A less than 20 chance
Of
Have a placement
It's a hospital
Storing the dead bodies in little basement
Doctor Kevorkian has
To an autopsy on you while you scream "I'M STILL ALIVE!"
Driving a rusty scalpel in the top of your scalp
And pulling your adams apple out your mouth
Better call the department
I've a arson
To set fire to
And up your entire apartment
I'm a to start shit
Got your bitch around my dick
So tight you a crobar to pry her apart wit

Met a retarded kid named Greg with a leg
Snatched it off and beat him the fucking head with the peg
Go to bed with the keg wake up the 40
Mixed up with Alka and Formula 44D
Fuck an acid tab I'll strap the whole sheet to my
Wait until it in and fell to the floor dead
No more said closed end of discussion
I'm blowin up spontaneous human combustion
you in the aftermath of holocaust and traumas
Cross the (?)
We blowin up your killing your parents
and coming back to get your mommas
And I'm as good at a promise as Nostradamus
Cause I aint making no more
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
Walk the block a labrador
corral with war more than El Salvador
Foul galore
Verbal cow
together 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 ran up who jumped out of a blue van
i down at the ground and picked 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 his legs, pinned him and bit him
he came back with sticks and seven screamin "GET HIM"
i grabbed one, lit him on pinned him and bit him
the next one, me his shoes like the didnt fit him
one by one i just kept droppin them in a
then i up, swingin in the middle of the kitchen