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