i'm here an yer hearin me
yer queer an yer fearin me
you'll never entertain us, ya anus, ya hearin me?
por favor, just explain
how tha fuck u obtained
a couple of fake wins at the start of yer reign
mah heart is mah brain, an it speaks a lot wit da pain
that it recieved long ago when it was shot wit a cane
and what about orakilla?!!!!!
I will, uh, grill a orakilla, and I'll kill him at will
cuz i'm spillin' tha ill- and i'm willin ta kill...
ta kill, for tha thrill, of a vicadin pill,
i'm spikin tha wheel, an i'm also hikin tha hill!
nobody else will- deal the shit i'm tryin ta deal, i fly,an i feel-
and fuckin wonder "why am i filled?"
its cuz tha past 3 weeks, i wuz tryin ta get killed
mah mind was so filled- wit rhymes, this entire time, that they spilled right onto thy grill, so why should i feel
sympathy, 4 thee?
shut the fuck up now an let me be.