I've got ridiculous rips,
And spout scriptures that make you grimace and wince
I nailed the track down like Christ and rode the chorus like a ministers dick
Exis be quick with insults,
Not a pacifist...
I'm actually not even mad it's just
When I click it's a rush,
The ruger leaves mixtures of liquid and dust
I have a savage sickness,
To leave battered rich kids dragged and split
"Shut the fuck up!"
I tell the bastard that the hammer pins turned his dad a bitch
He begged for his life,
After I was done with mom it looked like I threw eggs at his wife
Splat!
You know how long I've been cravin' squirtin' my crap into a white snatch
He didn't even fight back,
Traumatic blows to the head
Insured that he couldn't testify let alone go to the feds
But enough about the homicide
It's obvious his mama died
The cyanide and lime cans,
Wooden boxes and iodine
I told the kid thanks to your parents I can't take no hostage
Plus did you know your moms sucked more cock than Jet-Li does dropkicks?.
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