Situationz Of Violence
juss a lil bit i wrote when i was feeln a lil crazy
tried to tell a lil story i guess but juss take er fer what it is i guess and lemme kno what chu guys think Situationz of Violence (Chorus) everythings corrupt this worlds outta touch/ ive took alotta shit and i cant take much/ more/so whats in store?more gore i cant take it/ both my will to say no and my conscience are vacant/ (Verse) walkin down the street late one night/ I got into it with sum boys and started a gun fight/ i thought theyd run right/but they kept up their fury/ "i popped 4 outta 5" i told the grand jury/ the 5th i whipped a flurry/of punches in a hurry/ busted open his nose i told him dont worry/ he said "WAIT NO" his vision was blurry/ he couldnt see the fists flyin/he kept tryin to scurry/ so activated my queer probe/tracked down his ass blasted off his right ear lobe/im feared so/i told him dont mess around dork/he took offense to it,came at me with a fork/so i dropped him like a stork with newborn babies/i shed red with lead similar to rabies/infecting his ass so he asked "Will Someone Save Me"/im in a new york /state of mind//rage thats blind/i should be in a cage confined/my age and mind/arent at the same level/kinda like a mountain shadowing a pebble/im a rebel/juss look at what i did to these chumps/theyre all a fuckin mess like landfill dumps/my shotty pumps into action/fatal attraction/i held up the corner store juss for satisfaction/ then stocked up on shotties/brought a couple rotties/ thinkin they could start to rip apart their bodies/and conceal the evidence/ so i let em at the corpse/my violence comes natural this shits like sports/ fuck the courts/eat my shorts/they started the shit/ like the wick of a candle meetin fire and its lit/ i got wit so sit and shut up/your buddies are all cut up/ still got beef now? bitch what up?/ he had none/was outdone so i hid my gun/ started to turn around and run/but then the fun/ just stopped all together/my body dropped slow but surely like a feather/ i got capped/and slapped too/by strapped members of his crew/ each one of em saluted my death with a "Fuck You"/ now im stuck to/this sidewalk/lined in white chalk/ waitin for the day i rise and mite talk/ inspite dawg of all this shit i aint sorry/ both before and after my death will be gorey/ this the end of the story/fuck it im finished/ my spirits and lyrics now have both diminished/ haha |
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