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
