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I'm known for murking a nigga at random Get out a Dodge like I'm car jacking you for your Magnum I walk around like I've got a S on my chest Sick Side or New West, my minds on chronic and fess God in the flesh, Bambaataa new best A nine year old Chino XL, Zulu Nation spitting fire form lips I try to relax, I fly the Hawaii Pearl Harbor monuments With eighty Asian friends and ride for the Japs I'll die and collapse, rather than not splurge a weird word Perfect perverted spitting sick 'cause I'm allergic to cats Messiah murderous David Berkowitz, David Koresh That's I'll as it gets, my life is a mess I'm waiting for death Speak pain 'til the monitors crack, my sonogram was black You scared like you in the body over Swastika tats My defeat is like an impossible task you embarrass Like it's Father's Day and you Omarion's dad Chino is careless speaking on that lyrical shit Angry like KRS when he found out Scott La Rock was dead I'm fearless, I'd rather enlist in a war Instead of listening to this party like a rock star bowl shit My brain should be taken apart piece by piece So no other man can become the same kind of beast Though in times of famine cannibalism often increase Off the leash, shots of Thorazine will only increase I put blood all up inside of the crease of your Khaki suit They say for an animal my attack's very tactical SongtexteThe Puerto Rican superhero does his thing I hate the police so much I'd probably assassinate Sting My System of a Down - Rages Against the Machine Tie you up in a Slipknot and hold Alice in chains inside her dreams Higher than the price of gasoline, God without Zillah Bleeding kerosene and your the soldier that I'm conquering I move like Stalin, sovereign in serene While the governments stocking and doctoring, I'm rocking my following Eye sockets are hollowing could rob a zombie for Halloween Drop me in the sea and watch me out breathe and submarine I was born mean it ain't even a case, I fly to Canada to ask Céline Dion why the long face The rap game want me to vanish without a trace bitches I stack their bodies up like Thanksgiving Day dishes Lock me down in a basement at Folsom With just a pen and notebook believe me I would exist all by my lonesome 'I Will Survive' careful the song's approaching Writing the poison potion smiling 'cause your murder's already in motion I have no emotion like I'm a Vulcan like an Egyptian sultan Every word that I have spoken should be quoted My lyrics revolting but thoughts provoking Enemies proceed with caution you'll up to your knees in beef you can't walk in Assassin stalking my shadow, channels and clothes While I'm sparking a fortune in grass that grows like it's a source of protein I promised my fans I would never soften, even dead in coffins Waiting to morph and to reincarnate in abortion Even the deepest thoughts that I might find myself all lost in I make sure I force myself into writing some more shit It's kind of awkward what I brought the planet, anything can happen No laughing like Mariah's marriage to Nick Cannon My lyric blessings draw a lot of questions One day in the booth of confession I was accused of the Devil's friendship 'Cause it's hard for human acceptance, I leave such huge impressions They do Chino impressions like ventriloquist magicians Your albums intermission now that I'm put in position Your bulletins mention you quitting from Lyric Jesus writtens Divine intervention, my ascension, the high intention Will rival the Bible's religion or Chris Benoit tripping Stronger mastery of words than the Earth had intended I'll as lesbian stripping leaving their children unattended My Poison Penmanship blemishes, often menaces Since Genesis been sicker than six exorcist apprentices I've been restricted, a victim of wicked censorship I'm hoping God ain't offended and heard the curse of my descendants I'm out for vengeance, you don't think that could stop me do you I could go on forever like googling the word google So put an X on the part of my mind that writes the words 'Cause that's the known murder capital of the rap world Claiming you thorough but don't want no drama Or say you wanna fight but then they first in flight like North Carolina You living off one rhyme than people consider good A lucky punch like that kid claiming that he knocked out Suge I tried to reach you for years, I'm finally getting a look I'm fighting for a chance like a fetus that planned parenthood I ain't stingy I give it to anyone that wants some Catch you at your label luncheon, squeezing 'til the gun malfunctions Now you dying from living off assumptions Shaking like a dancer clumping, beat you like a Crip or Blood that getting jumped in Straight out a dungeon, revenge I'm lusting, training like Rocky To fight the Russian, the shiny Chinese food is getting is dim sum I got the world wild and mad 'cause I took a Valium And wrote Dr Dre's whole Detox album Aus Songtexte Mania