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 Rosco beating James Tarteenyer. 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 aint shit changed. But kept the same mindstate. 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 umbulical cord. Warlord of rap little bastard with a two by four board. That smashed into your Honda Accord. With a 4 door Ford. But a more toward (?) droppin an accapella. The choppa (?) fella. The mozarella. Worse than a hellacopta propella. Got you locked in the cella. With your skeleton showing. Developing anorexia. While I'm standin next to ya. Eating a full course meal watching you starve to death. With an IV in your veins. Feeding you liquid darvicet. 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 outta 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 adams apple out through your mouth. Better call the fire department. I've hired a arson. To set fire to carpet. 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 crobar to pry her apart wit. 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. Mixed up 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 blowin up like spontaneous human combustion. Leaving you in the aftermath of holocaust and traumas. Cross the bombas. We blowin 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 aint making no more threats. I'm doing drivebys 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 sabbath. Walk the block with a labrador. Strapit more corral for war than El Salvador. Foul style galore. Verbal cow manure. Coming together like the eyebrow on Al B. Sure.