sumtin crazy
 

what the fuck this must be a mistake/
what's ya state of mind i'll just blow ya mind off the state

i'm the rap trooper/
the real six shooter/
the wanksta remover/
my ryhms is super-de-duper

claim to be the son of god i'll nail you to a cross/
put your brain on the railroad to regain your train of thought

why cant you see/
it's basiclly/
a sreet dream/
i make em' reality/
to me and slim no simalarity/
like jay-z/
i find clarity/
but then i cut off all the air you breath/
and have you beggin me/
please

i just might put life back in ya lungz/
or i just might put five back in a gun/
or i just might shoot you just for fun/
and have your ass livin up on government funds

i have my on days and i got my offs/
leave you chokin i can hear you coughs

i'll leave not even nowin your gonna need help/
like splinter cell run up wit stelth

i can go on rampages for hours/
let the bullets shower/
my lyrics will eat you watch and get devored

p.s that girl disaterpeice
she's a master peice
oooooweeeeeeeee