Met a retarded kid named Greg with a wooden leg
Snatched if off and beat him over the fucking head wit' the peg
Go to bed with a keg, wake up with a 40
Mixed up with Alka-Seltzer and Formula 44D
Fuck an acid tab I strapped 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 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
Strap with more coral for war than El Salvador
Foul style galore
Verbal style manure
Coming together like the eyebrow on Al B. Sure
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 bush you with a two-by-four board
And smashed into your Honda Accord
With a four-door Ford
But I'm more towards droppin' an a cappella
That's choppin' a fella into mozzarella
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 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 Recieving with the asses ripped outta they pants
And given
A less than 20 percent chance
Of living
Have a possible placement
As a hospital patient
Storing the dead bodies in Grandma's little basement
Dr. 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 you scalp
And pulling you Adam's apple out through your mouth
Better call the fire department
I've hired an arson
To set fire to carpet
And burn up your entire apartment
I'm a liar that starts shit
Got your bitch wrapped around my dick
So tight you need a crowbar to pry her apart wit' |