listen I ain't got shit to write about
I'm tired out, work's got me on my final ounce
my lines ammount to fire on tracks
I aspire to be higher than MAX.
I admire your apt. you should retire on that
'cause you wont achieve a pention if you keep try'n ta rap
your desire ta act lacks, which means I'm higher in nack, fact
nobody's ever gonna buy it if you label it WACK...
let me untangle this mess, I'm blessed like free cable with rent
you fuckin' baby's still anal-retent just a pain in my neck
that's why I'm takin' percocet, which make me earn respect
'cause all these kids hear this an' learn from that
go-ahead get pissed, I'll even pull my pants down an' serve you with that.....
reee-tract.... my last statement was a little un-called for
'cause all your virgin ears still pine for gospel
which makes it impossible to drop a bomb like on bin-laden or sedam'n
all in all I'm glad, why would I want to impress an impression of imposters
hard-rockers who don't fit in no-where 'cept a korn concert
and I liked kavorkian.. we need more doctors, willing to break barriers
an' burry-yer mother mary when she feels her life can't carry-her
like a pit bull terrier I'm tearin' ya limb from limb
lips from dick, shit I'm sick, tricks of mind in a list of rhymes
a gift sublime, "what if I could shit a dime?".. haaa haaa
that'd be a green package in a brown lining, in a comic strip with stink lines draw'n in.
you think I thought of this, well you're right, fuck Doris Day, I'm-a rape Doris tonight
deformative frame-a brain gainin' strength from pain, so I'd be like hurculese if I maimed my vain..
tamed, un-tamed, it's all the same.. either way I go for the throat cornered in a cage
torturin' the lame, the sick don't get a break,
as long as they got a wallet I'm-a stick this blade six inches in they face, Honest!!



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