Met a retarded kid named Greg with a wooden leg Snatched it 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 like spontaneous human combustion Leaving you in the aftermath of holocaust and traumas Cross the bombers 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 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 cow manure Coming together like the eyebrown 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 liquif Darvocet Pumpin 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 As a hospital patient Storing the dead bodies in Grandma's little basement Dr. Kevorkian has arrived To perfom an autopsy on you while you scream ?I'M STILL ALIVE!? Driving a rustly scalpel in through the top of your scalp And pulling your Adam's apple out through your mouth Better call the fire departement I've hired an arson To set fire to the carpet And burn up your entire apartament 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' Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
