lesson number one: i'm fresher than all mcs combined
number two: your shit's doubtful like surviving in a field full of mines
damn right
walk up in your venue passively millenium vietnam
during the last time at your high school prom
freshman hunting season take him rather the broadcast
get your smart ass off
swallin' a gallon of car gas
my car smashed a tree
her rover landed in mud
imagine this
i wrote this lyrics with the last drips of my blood
there is something drooling under the bed
grabbing for legs
bloodshed
it's going down baby
the comic wallpapers now blood red
it's sunset - a lounge surrounded by nymphomaniac lesbians
act a fool
clap around
get crazy
drunk to the fest again
act a fool mo'fucker - get skin-stripped alive
a hydra beast compared to me is like a cake versus a knife
never try to teach your pitbull new tricks
i get psyched up like kubrick whoop your ass like kung-fu-flicks
slip your throat
slit your wrist
kill your wife
bumping this
and your life follows it
this is it: homocide
slip your throat
slit your wrist
let your kids bumping this
and your life follows it
this is it: homocide
h-o-m-o-c-i-d-e
h-o-m-o-c-i-d-e
never seem to win less hits in a trailblazer
written in sages
rap so sharp i piss razors
alright
bitch
take one
get one free
my style's unlimited like eckowear
hot like beyonce
join the hardest pool contest anyday
i led a porn with midgets
nonsense
but cool anyway
non-metaphorical strictly in your face shit -
the composition which i blasted
tasted like blood
divine intervention
intentions that killed humanity
the h bomb was my invention
clumsy enter the house
left a segment
don't know why it always seemed to get in fights with pregnant women
steady sitting
celebrate partys on jewish graveyards
save for funerals to die for my shit like braveheart
slip your throat
slit your wrist
kill your wife
bumping this
and your life follows it
this is it: homocide
slip your throat
slit your wrist
let your kids bumping this
and your life follows it
this is it: homocide
known criminal in dark years
one hundred thirty three
murder me and certainly return for facial surgery
tracks like shotgun
blow your brain and spurt all over
too much soda
run over rap like a bulldozer
never stop talking
worse than a bartender
propaganda dressed up as a mall santa
pretend a heart attack-fake
then blow shit up with a fake device
devilish evil
for sex i get beat up by naked dikes
hitchhike
forbid a rhyme
cause silence
snuck into a police bus
slit his throat and stole his driver's license