P.R.E.P

It all happened so fast, i just ran up on his ass
broke up my nine, now he in a full body cast
i cant recall, at all, was it mike jones? or that bitch paul wall?
dont matta now they dead, got a bullet to the chest and a severed head
some call me phsyco... oops that was a typo
no one betta talk shit or im takin my nine out
this shit aint played out...serial killens my job
even if its hiliary duff or paris hilton (aka) snob
I keep it comen straight at ya cuz i got STRAIGHT AIM
9 bullets in your heart..nigga thats how im trained
TWEETY birds be flyin all around
cuz they like he smell of dead flesh apon the ground
i keep killin, keep spillen, everyones guts
this shit is nutz, nigga no one gunna take me down so throw it up
ITS IZNO SHADY!!!
MADDRAPPER more like MADDGAYY
nigga sux more cock than jenna jaimison in a day
which is whima cap his ass just like the rest of my victims
put a bullet in his head then scalpel all of his pigments
PHSYCO? nah just dedicated to my work it requires snooping more than slim shady lurks....

tha sick one

on these nights, street lights, shoe laced, feet tight
im already runnin, they start gunnin, hold my heat tight
never stop for dome, never drop the chrome, jus keep runnin
dealers on tha corner, tryin to make you tha owner, let ya hold somethin
never stop for tha cops when they pop, jus drop nd continue
dont get caught, or shot, blood pumpin within you
when the bullets left tha barrel, blessed tha rivals apperal
left there gucci nd rolly, left tattered nd holy, shots was narrow
barely missin tha flesh, when it struck the rest, left his crew gunned
lyin face down, trey pound, of lead in cheeck, left stunned
im tha one, who was holdin tha gun, wit 16 in tha chamber
as i pressured tha trigger, the stress grew bigger, until i realease my anger
into tha guts of a stranger, this strange behavior
got docs nd psychiatrists, askin whats gon save ya?
i got a mental condition, plus a sentimental posistion
i cant give up killin, cuz its what my crew does for a livin
if i go home, ill get criticized for choices
if i leave home get victimized for voices
that i hear in my head, tell me shoot that lil punk, shoot him up dead
shoot him upside tha head, nah shoot his legs off instead
then he can limp home, crawlin on his waist
crawlin on bone, crawlin on home, tryna save face
tryna not cry, as he dies slowly inside, victim of homocide
not tryna deny, that i, am the one who gives out death in mass supply

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nice nice..izno shady....good shit...p.r.e.p......keep on ritin....progressin and shit....u no...sik one...shits hot..i liked it....chea...

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