Weathermen.. president is in the building Fucked up out my mind, the gun in my belt the voice yells out, 'enjoy your summer in hell' Dead friends and family surround me where they found me In the suicide county I had a bounty on my spirit Higher than I ever been, overlookin my wake Wit closed caskets, cause I had took off the face Cause I ain't never like nobody starin at me I'm feelin sappy..??????? was really happy My crew standin there wit shovels just grinning When the music start n the cryin stops its back to the livin Cause y'all ain't really think I'd go out like kurt did you? Beat gi gi allen to the punch and do it at a venue Hopped out the coffin like david blain I hit y'all wit a decade of verses, I guess for baby fame You want a plug? Stick this underground shit so far up your ass you stutter now, keep lookin to cover, how The fuck did rap turn into big and pac karaoke Back in the 80's they did shit but kept it very lowkey I know I'm speakin to less than one percent of the public But this is for the people who copped movies and loved it Ya'll better hope I don't catch aids or the big c Cause the day they say I'm goin is in the week y'all comin wit me. From the smallest of riffs to the biggest of beefs I'ma be the first rap serial killer in the streets I'm caught somewhere between a thug and intelligence I bug off a elephant, acid scratched off the elephant Along with the rest of the insect nation Standin there wit bloody arms like its hallucination This might be the last you'll ever see of I Cause my spirit and physical just can't coincide Used to write patterns now they right for themselves If you ain't into death, step back, when I'm lightin up L's..
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