Lyrics
I get intense feelings/ and hit the ceiling/
when sucka MC's step in my direction, unwilling/
to accept defeat/ let's see/ let me stress this piece of wisdom and only hope that you can feel it/ I'm illness/ more than thremometers on one ten/
and you're a bum kid/ who decided to find the door and come in/
big mistake, I've got more power than Rum and Gin/
intoxicated by a truck driver with a stick of dynamite on the front end/
your rhymes are stuck like toilets that won't flush/
you know what/ go play with the youngins and quit phukkin with this grown up/
how old were you after the first LP from Bone Thugs/
go holler at immortal and copy some sh*t, to hell with your own stuff/
your sh*t wouldn't be hot if smashed to a heating pad/
I unplugged it and smashed ya, leaving gashes with this piece I have/
sweetness wrath/ I'll creep and rip your splein in half/
then stare at you uneasy, with this evil demon laugh/
church is a place for prayers/ so won't you take it there/
look Jesus in the face and say, "it ain't fair"/
I bet he even laughs and tells you to take care/
then sends you on your way, while you're still shaking and scared/
I'm like that ride at the State Fair, where you're afraid to stand in line/
my rhymes'll smack you backwards, detatch your spine/
grab the nine/ shoot lyrical missiles to pass the time/
run a bath full of acid to bathe you as you're dying
Imagination, massive lacing, gats with massive tear gas at gas stations, multiple assassinations, laughing, hallucinations, shaking, fast-pacing, in looney fashion, no exaggerations, bastards hatin, now awaitin my invasion, runnin from scars, burns and abrasions, mental capacity of supersonic equations, and I can't die cause my injection with a death vaccination, satisfaction, fascination, is when the gats are sprayin to gets these rats-a-racin, blastin is my situation and on a daily basis, they insinuatin an infatuation with Satan, and all across the nation, I'm celebratin the sensation of crazily chasin these deadly crazy revelations, get your sleep depravation from the medicine station, cause I'm escalatin, elevatin death rates with no hesitation, by surgery wit lasix, I do the basics and your eyes get replaced wit sh*t ya cut your face with, I could be ya best friend you used to play with, and say here take this, taste this, while ya chokin and wasted, I'll say it's laced with some poisonious sh*t I cooked up in the basement, the rest of my days spent, makin grave arrangements, settin up burial plots, perfect place where they can lay in, cause there's nothing I like doing after a hard day's work then to go hom and hear the news report sayin, "where the phukk have they been", You'll never know, I've been this way since I was playing with my baby toys in my playpen, along the streets I hear people say, "this doesn't make sense", ah, relax, you're time is coming, just have patience
