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It's like this and like that and like this It's like this and like that and like this I'm the illest rapper to hold a cordless, patrolling corners Looking for hookers to punch in the mouth with a roll of quarters I'm meaner in action than Roscoe beating James Todd, Sr And smackin' his back with vacuum cleaner attachments I grew up in the wild hood as a hazardous youth With a fucked up childhood that I used as an excuse And ain't shit changed but kept the same mind-state Since the third time that I failed 9th grade You probably think that I'm a negative person don't be so sure of it I don't promote violence I just encourage it I laugh at the sight of death as I fall down a cement flight of steps And land inside a bed of spider webs So throw caution to the wind, you and a friend Can jump off of a bridge and if you live, do it again Shit, why not? Blow your brain out, I'm blowing mine out Fuck it, you only live once you might as well die now It's only fair to warn, I was born with a set of horns And metaphors attached to my damn umbilical cord Warlord of rap that'll bash you with a 2 by 4 board And smash into your Honda Accord with a 4 door Ford But I'm more towards droppin' an acappella that'll chop a fella To Mozzarella, worse than a helicopter propeller Got you locked in the cellar with your skeleton showing Developing anorexia while I'm standing next to ya Eating a full course meal watching you starve to death With an IV in your veins feeding you liquid darvocet Pumping you full of drugs, pull the plugs On the gunshot victims full of bullet slugs Who were picked up in an ambulance and driven To receiving with the asses ripped out of they pants and given A less than 20 percent chance of living Have a possible placement, it's a hospital patient Storing the dead bodies in grandma's little basement Doctor Kevorkian has arrived To perform an autopsy on you while you scream "I'm still alive!" Driving a rusty scalpel in through the top of your scalp And pulling your Adam's apple out through your mouth Better call the fire department, I've hired an arson To set fire to carpets and burn up your entire apartment I'm a liar to start shit Got your bitch wrapped around my dick So tight, you need a crowbar to pry her apart with Motherfucker Slim Shady, bitch Met a retarded kid named Greg with a wooden leg Snatched it off and beat him over the fucking head with the peg Go to bed with the keg, wake up with the 40 Mix it with Alka Seltzer and Formula 44D Fuck an acid tab, I'll strap the whole sheet to my forehead Wait until it absorbed in and fell to the floor dead No more said, case closed, end of discussion I'm blowing up like spontaneous human combustion Leaving you in the aftermath of holocaust and traumas Cross the bombers? We blowing up your house killing your parents And coming back to get your foster mommas And I'm as good at keeping a promise as Nostradamus Cause I ain't making no more threats I'm doing drive-bys in tinted Corvettes on Vietnam war vets I'm more or less sick in the head Maybe more cause I smoked crack today, yesterday and the day before Saboteur, walk the block with a Labrador Strapped with more corral for war than El Salvador Foul style galore, verbal cow manure Coming together like an eyebrow on Al B. Sure! Motherfucker

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