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Yo, yo
Check this shit, bitch
For all you slime buckets
All over the land
Peep this
Yo
Dancin' on your grave like Baryshnikov
I'll rip you off, leave you in the desert '
Til the vultures strip your corpse
Then rape your fuckin' wife, until my dick is soft
'Til the flesh is peelin' off, I'm a devil concealed in cloth
Walk, walk, or get stabbed with a fork
You got a hole in your stomach, yo, plug it up with a cork
You dork, lots of blood loss, Red Cross couldn't help your dead boss
Cut his head off, brutal, sadistic, the only way
I'll be remembered after I'm dismembered and my bones decay
A rap legend, feel the aggression every session
My inventions of tension and powerful progression
It's time for sick rhymes
Lunatic lines hit your mind like consumin' strychnine
For those that shove clips in Glocks
You steppin' to me with a weapon
You'll be reppin' your clique in a box
The most sadistic, you think not?
You might get shot, put 'em in a plot
We ain't playin', we ain't rhymin' for nothin'
Yo, this shit is our life, let me tell you somethin'
If you ever diss me, I'ma bring it to you
Got a crew of psychopaths that'll stab you up too
Now say violence (Violence), death (Death)
Yo, there ain't nothin' left to say, this shit's fresh
I kill, you could be my latest victim
I take a shit on your brain and make you sniff it
Piss on your bitch's tits and make you lick it
Fuckin' maggot, you probably fucked a hundred faggots
You're a gay thug that love jail and love gettin' your ass whipped
Come around here, actin' hardcore, you never did dirt
You gonna get yourself hurt, pull up your pink skirt
Your pink panties, get your wig damaged, go eat a dick sandwich
I can't stand this motherfucker
Make this bitch vanish from the planet
I hit you like a ton of granite
Get your blood splattered, face bashed in, you can't win
I stab you in the head with shish
Kebab sticks while watchin' mob flicks
Nasty like armpits when I be suckin' on your mom's tits
She my bitch, she on my dick
Tell that trick to stop callin' my crib
Wifey say she wanna kill the bitch
Smokin' green clove, walk around town flossin' in free clothes
Doper than Special K, explodin' in a fiend's nose
The most sadistic, you think not?
You might get shot, put 'em in a plot
We ain't playin', we ain't rhymin' for nothin'
Yo, this shit is our life, let me tell you somethin'
If you ever diss me, I'ma bring it to you
Got a crew of psychopaths that'll stab you up too
Now say violence (Violence), death (Death)
Yo, there ain't nothin' left to say, this shit's fresh
