y'all may be psychotic, but if that's the case what I got I don't know what to call it.//
blow'n up on my comp. like a bomb wit a stick of tnt strapped to each side of it.//
blind side my victems before I hit, pour in spit down on they heads an' drownin' them.//
surroundin' them like a swarm of angry killa beez, they'd call me mr.meth but I'm even more fucked up than he-is.//
stuck up to beat it, pull the heat-n defeat 'em.//
swolen feet after I deliver the boots to give ya face a stain of black and blue.//
fuck rap, I'm-a step up to your face and see what you do.....//

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