Ya 'Mental's are 'Kursed' cuz ya only 14, not allowed ta drive so ya walk to the scene...
Of ya own murder, ya death, ya kill...Kid, I'm doing ya a favor, ya can't afford no medical bill.
Think ya a 'Warrior'? Well, 'Come out and play!' cuz I'll cap ya like Cyris. 'Can you dig it?' No way!
But the grounds keeper can, ya burial's his plan cuz this battle's a funeral for Kursed, the dead man.
Claimin Detroit with ya little 8-Ten, rhymes older and 'spacier' than fuckin John Glenn...
Ya gonna lose with ya record bruised cuz like last weeks 60 Minutes ya perfection's 'old news'.
It's automatic like addictions ta addicts that ya only elevation comes from spittin in attics...
Shocking like static my assault systematic and equally drastic is how ya see fudge and pack it..
Oughta call ya 'Marvin' cuz ya 'Supreme'ly 'Gaye' and 'ain't no closet wide enough' for ya ta hide that shit away...
But I'm down like Motown so I've spit like James Brown, cut ya nuts and brag cuz this 'Papa's got a brand new 'bag'!

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