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Yo, speed racer, 97' burgundy Blazer
Wanted for burglary, had to ditch
the mercury tracer
I'm on some low ish,†
I'm fed up wit the being broke
ish
I'm not to joke wit
Bitch, I don't sell crack, I smoke
it
My brains dusted; I'm disgusted
at all my habits
Too many asprin tablets and empty
medicine cabinets
Loosing battles to wack rappers
'cause I'm always too blunted
Walkin' up in the cypher smokin',
talkin' like, "Who want it?"
Thug and crook; every drug in the
book I've done it
My 9's at your frame,is that your
chain? Run it
Who wants to die of an overdose
of excessive flavor?
Aggressive nature got me stickin'
you for your Progressive pager
Spectacular, battle rap manufacturer
Stole your mom's Acura, wrecked
it, then sold it back to her
( Right right right ! ! ! ) ((
Ding ! ! ! ))
The doctors you'll need after our
battle are known as psychiatrics†
I'll tell the nurses to hold a
bed for you,†
and I'ma make sure you come back
for it
So barricade your infants, put
up some extra fences
A woman beater, wanted for repeated
sex offenses ( Ooh )
..Take em' on long vacation trips
Kidnappin' em' and trappin' em'
in abusive relationships
Mess up your face and lips
Slit your stomach and watch your
gut split
Gut you wit that razor that I use
to shave my nuts wit ((Laughter))
Mama don't you cry, your son's
too far gone
I'm so high, I don't even know
what label I'm on
I'm messed up, feelin' like an
over worked plumber
I'm sick of the crap, what's Dr.
Kevorkian's phone number? ( Ha..
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