![]() through the yard Stuffed little Suzie in cardboard after wrappin' her nude and newly scarred Body in waterproof tarp covered in roofin' tar So what you so blunt for? Did you fuckin' fall off, chump? Or did you jump? Or did you just become bored with this? You’re slipping into a funk, I just become morbid And more self-absorbed in my own world, everyone orbits Pen at the table, I don’t know when I’ll be able to stop Told you from the gate One thought it generally takes and I’m off to the races Wait, mentally stable, hold your fuckin' horses There’s nothin' more disgustin' an animal I just got done snortin' the fuckin' bathroom soap And the tannin' lotion To unwarp this mind you gon' need some sort of an antidote There’s not a pill for bananas though It’s unfortunate, you got delusions of grandeur though Actin' like you’re Michelangelo with a fuckin' cordless Bitch, I'm Shredder, so you better crawl back in your shell Or run 'fore you get injured A fuckin' Ninja Turtle wouldn’t come toward us Two joint forces, of course this is what blunt force is 'Cause we’d smoke you on any joint Bad and Evil's back, bitch You might experience some shortness of breath As you sit with your lungs punctured Hear their motherfuckin' tears come pourin' If I tell you once more, then you’re done for You’re going to have to learn How to fuckin' hear from a ruptured eardrum Forrest, am I clear? You Gump, you’re as dumb as a stump To think we'd come with a trunk shortage B-b-b-b-bass in your face, bitch Chuck Norris’ nunchucks morph into guns, swords This is what blood sport is The goriest, glorious, notorious bigamous, shogun warriors God damn, the Slaughter boy general Once I slaughter it, you couldn’t un-slaughter it Once I order a hit, you couldn’t un-order it Hit's an order, this the consortium ![]() With whoopin' cough I am sick, George Clooney wit' a Uzi What kind of a movie star Would hop out a movin' car just to prove he’s hard? "Fuck you doin', you retard?" Should be put in a cast as soon as we start shootin', dog You swear I knew where the Roofies are The way I drug a bitch. ![]() From the moment I go to bed 'til I wake up All day, this is all I can think about, baby ( Oh, yeah) So I go straight at opponents' heads with this anger Always, ‘cause this is all I can think about, baby ( Oh, yeah) The chopper got about fifty bullets Ain't no way it's accidental when I spill 'em on you I'm the realest in the biz, how you livin'? 'Cause you can get it how you live And while you livin', I'mma say my pull out game is so real I still get rid of kids, now that's ill The top of your head can fly off the top of convertibles Ain't gon' really take no time to come through and murder you I don't fake mine, I do this the fair way Snitches get stitches, blown away and left on display Hung by the grapevine, I just kicked a chair away Let me be the first to tell you that you lookin' at a superstar My microphone and AK-47, that's my new guitar I don't belong to you, and I don't care who you are Yeah, you sold a couple records, got a couple joints Got a few Jordans, three, four pairs of Louboutins That's besides the point like a shootin' guard Nigga, I'm a rockstar
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