Chemically Breaking bodies into Genetic Corpses'
Having the nation sticking to my Rod, Like Magnetic Force's
Killing these kid's, Like Kerry Voters to Abortions'
Devil like fires that Im Scorchingly Forcing'

War On Terror overseas, when the terror's on our Streets'&Skies
Cutting Ankle's off, Trying to bring back the "De-feet"-Lines'
Slangin discreet-Vibes, After rearranging Deranged Lives'
I'm quaking, Got the whole world shaking' And the fear'd survived'

Several Violent Circumstances, Have left through instance's
Kinda like the skill level of what a VET says he is'
The only difference is, this life That I do live
Prison'ed in this Body,N My soul just try's to swim

You can go ya whole role, and never know a Violent Mind
Fuck an Intensify, and fuck his silent-guys'
Mile'age Wise', Hangin nigga's from my roots, Tallest kind
Leaving nigga's speckled like frog's, With shadows and crook'd spines

This pains gettin stitched in my heart, like slow runner at start's
Fallin apart ressurectin all that was at large
Like Martians from mars craving attention from laziness
Saying this bull shit, outta craziness Just wait I'll be famous bitch

Conrail wants to hire me for my "Blazing tracks"
People hit the stand's when the congress said "wreck-is-back"
Fuck premo's ya game is whack, Trying to fuck wit a nigga who was made for whack-ones
Pulla knife in a room a guns, are u stupid-vegetablized Caniable actions cuz'

Rap is no longer a culture now its a business' Of religious bitch shit
Midgets on stage blabbin'on, like raging idiot's
Gettin fucked up on drug's cuz they can afford the heaven's
Fuck a war, a way, and answer and fuck baseball pennants

Little 12 year old gettin pregnant, babies in drains and bowls
Even if that made life miserable, abortions No way to go'
Then all this "pop star" shit gettin paid to flow
Whatever happend to street corner's boomboxs and no roady-hoes

Wearin grody clothes, aint gotta house just a broken home
Ready to blow out like wind 2 a pilot in an empty stove
Since when did The united states become targets like red 2 bulls In rodeo's
God Homie-no, Hold me close, I just had ya bitch blow my load


B4 she lets me go, I leave my dignity in your place
After we fight, I tell ya the truth I never touched your bitch Mayne-
Cuz u throwing a fit of game's, Relentless of our names-Kid
Take a hike b4 I make your body Decay, Remember me, Remember my fame-bitch

It's funny how My spit's tear Faces off leavin u faceless'
Crookin' Ya teeth medically u in need for brace's
White guy here, Aint no room for racist's
Better watch who u fuckin with bitch, Cuz U will remember what this name is......

Pop Lotty, Nigga



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