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Smack dab in the middle of the cuddles and kills
Guerilla jimmy city limits with a bucket of pills
Hollring 'no I don't immediately ameliorate 'em
I meet 'em, greet 'em, read 'em, and rate 'em, see if I hate 'em
Here come the hard rock bump through the speaker top
The tweeter meter blew code def hones in
I pack a lunchbox, walk to the stoning
Jump into the chemicals sold in my zoning
I'm irrational, paranoid, tragic
And the button on my chest says 'panic'
Punch it, hold up, don't touch me
I'm a savage from a rabid ass country
Who want to get it?
You all acquitted
You need to quit it
Getting evicted, you little idiot, pitching tickets
It's sorta tricky the way you wanna go get your digits
Body you up at the party, somebody get his mistress
You take a pitch black lung and a purple heart
Then you kick back once the inertia start
And when the shipwreck sunk through the perfect dark
The serpent's arch alerts every circled shark
See, bloody salt water sounds the h'ors d'oeuvres alarm
And when the first arm's found we observe the art
Like a belly-acher won't kick face to the curb
Rather kick when the face already raped by the worms
Tasmanian pain coast, ridin'
Very little to say to these politician behind it, but this:
You better loosen the noose or lose livin'
These little kids walking the ave. quick to produce a biscuit
Now you should medicate any area that the pain hits
And when you in the streets you should peep the sets of strangers
The actors that are in fact a cast of chaos
They be looking for any situation they can play on
Respectively injecting these thoughts, detain us
Negative speaking, they be creeping, they entertainers
When you out of data they run through a route that'll save ya
In retrospect, infect and pressing your papers
I design kill pain cave penmanship
Federal analog hog unedited
With a CUNY degree in young numbness
Angels on the rooftop, gun in they trumpets
I was buried to the neck in them all-star bloopers
Periscope down, hop Boss Hog cruiser
Porcelain or pewter authority will be over ruled the second jukie uber alles news hit the sewers
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This city fit my style exactly
With a backspin
And the fat laces
Gazelle glasses, chase rap daily
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Near the train tracks
In the garbage bags
Where the cement cracks, we a part of that
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When you take 2 to the vein, introduce 2 to the brain
You don't get used to the pain. A maniac bruising the cage
When cats rush you in the public you be like 'do it again
He's a motherfucking bloodsucker, he can do what he can
On the side of the block, do the bus stop
You paying a fare?
That's a trust fund
Little ugly ass duck, life's a fun fuck
Too battered to rush, I walk punch drunk
And the whole world is yours now
Before the steppers are goosed kick your door down
I'm in the getaway whip with Aes Rizzle
He got the same shit stitched in his missiles
Okay, lefty field..stealth
Dressed to kill..self
Megawatt with a horizontal neck spin
Swims bloody to vertical bobble-head yes-men
When the evil falls in it draws to the pours
It gnaws to the core
It's precedent in that you represented
A percentage that wasn't vintage
And the crawlers hate us
You automated, we all the flavor
Niggas you oughtta hate us
Anyone from Antagony Squad, Family District
Testify that the look in my eyes is genuine issue
I'm a freak of the flesh. Penetrate. Lust
Bathe in the vaginal juices
Like God is up in they undies
Don't picket the misfit law, Nancy
The core's no picnic. Misled whores advancing
No business. Insist lured with candy
To cure citizen x with that all-fours dancing
Corporals landing
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Weave through the hell and high water hot zone
Diseases in the minute the idiot got home
Now I'm a teacher, 1st grade, and I want to participate
I want to grade the papers but I don't want to give them A's
O.k. F, D, F-, test time, set timers
Call every parent and give 'em a piece of my mind, shit
Cause I don't want to give a good future
I'll shoot ya. (Shoot ya?)
With an Uzi filled with rulers
Fuck minors, flush minds. Even leaving 'em bruised up
Stack kids, pack cute lunches in the cooler
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This city fit my style exactly
Near the fire ladder
Where the wires gather
Drink water, eat fish, smile after
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This pussy fit my dick exactly
With a threesome
Giving treatment
Sex on drugs, girl you can't keep up
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