a crowd killer

i'm an anarchist

no wait

i'm an antichrist

couldn't find a third six of my scalp so i used a knife

scratched it in

i'm wasted

getting trashed again

an active ten

laughing and slashing friends

selling dust to kids is how i used to spend the day

cause i was only trying to live like tim mcveigh

i respect woman's lib by letting them get their mace off

my dogs are hungry so i flick 'em with cutting your face off

follow my lead

smoke weed and bleed sloppy

if you see me selling out in the store one more copy

jump in the crowd and start swinging the cordless

then dismember all you high-tech spy kids with a swordfish

see these cats in the streets off tv

they all bitch!

fans with a mic wanna battle

they all shit!

so i push cop killers in things they call clips!

then let off one in the crowds

they all hits!

my career's low on gas

i'm stabbin the rapper in sight

a suicidal failure like shady's ex-wife

one day got too pissed and sliced open two wrists

i punch lines 'til there's coke all over my two fists

look off over crowd

connect nicotine buzz

then find your bitch dug out like the headrest where them screens was

fuck your six

i got sixteen waiting

anymore patient than when they switched me to out-patient

left the hospital and dissed my whole crew

even pop knew the deal and walked out when i was two

get slammed in the dirt

murked and earth plate shaked

you ain't stirrin' hurricanes

you breath on birthday cake

see some more fags

we'll choke them herbs

and beat promoters down and be booked on spoken word

if i'm too sick

i'm sorry

i'm trying to get my head right

wrapped up in this cult that i started on my website

see these cats in the streets off tv

they all bitch!

fans with a mic wanna battle

they all shit!

so i push cop killers and things

they call quits!

then let off one in the crowds

they all hits!

i snap a copy of blade on dvd in half

slice your neck and hand you a pamphlet on aids

smut peddlers

break up is apparent

when i put shit together like malcolm mclaren

so keep staring

i keep feeding your brain flaws

i'm porn again like the scam that got me in chain stores

cage

number nine on billboard

fuck

now i gotta sick kubrick on lil' bow wow's nuts

long range shots to where you and your mans is

missed and hit some skinny ugly white bitch in kansas

scratch her eyes out right where the evil itched her

need a elixir

a heaven

see these cats in the streets off tv

they all bitch!

fans with a mic wanna battle

they all shit!

so i push cop killers and things

they call quits!

then let off one in the crowds

they all hits!

see these cats in the streets off tv

they all bitch!

fans with a mic wanna battle

they all shit!

so i push cop killers and things

they call quits!

then let off one in the crowds

they all hits!

see these cats in the streets off tv

they all bitch!

they all bitch! they all bitch!

fans with a mic wanna battle

they shit!