Mr. Nunaya...shit ,you know the rest...
the kid hungering to...flip a bundle or 2...
if theres nothing to...grip and hold a tec...
split open a chest...
and makem feel the pain that came...from slaves...
and the years they were oppressed...
I kill weak...and destroy the feeble...
harboring ominous thoughts of pointless evil...
I am...vio-lence with a cause...
bring nothin but tears...like the violins in this song...
you can call it an opera...
cause my 16's...stay causing all of the drama...
S.R. is a problem...you can't calculate...
with the rug aimed at ya face...
come thru...big truck packed with apes...
bananas are plenty...you can either dance with the semi...
or just shake hands with the drilly...
I came out the womb quiet...
who crying...who dying...
whole hospital room quiet...
I'm not sayin it to boast...but I know...
death approached Satan with a toast...
to the birth of a demi-god...who can cleanse his heart...
but the evil inside is never gone...
my name ether...flame breather
got a stain eagle...that breaks wind like Gale Deavers...
