A lot of people ask me
Am I afraid of death
Hell yeah im afraid of death
I dont want to die yet
A lot of people think that I worship the devil
That I do all types of retarded shit
Look I cant change the way I think
And I cant change the way I am
But if I ofended you? Good
'cause I still dont give a fuck
Zoneing off one joint
Stop in a limo hop in the window
Shoping the demo with gun point
A lyrist without a clue
What year is this?
Fuck a needle here's a sword body pierce with this
Living 'em up never giving a fuck
Give me the keys im drunk, and I never driven a truck
But I smoke dope in a cab
I'll stab you with the sharpest knife I can grab
Come back the next week and re-open your scab
A killer instinct runs in the blood
Emptying full clips and bury your guns in the mud
Ive carmed down now
I was heavy once into drugs
I could walk around straight for two months with a buzz
My brains gone, my souls warm, my sprit is torn
The rest of my body is still being operated on
Im ducked the fuck down while im writing this rhyme
'Cause im probably gonna get struck by lightning this time
**Chorus**
To all the weed i've smoked
Yo! this one's for you
To all the people ive offended
Yeah fuck you to
To all the friends I used to have
Yo! I miss my past
But the rest of you assholes can kiss my ass
To all the drugs I've done
Yo! I'm still goin' to
To all the people Ive offended
Yeah fuck you to
To everytime I reminisce
Yo! I miss my past
But I still dont give a fuck Y'all can kiss my ass!
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I walked into a gunfight with a knife to kill you
And cut you so fast when your blood spilled it was still blue
I'll hang you till you dangle and chain you with both ankles
And pull you apart from both angles
I wanna crush your skull till your brains leaks out of your veins
And bust open like broken water mains
So tell Saddam not to bother with making another bomb
'Cause Im crushing the whole world with my palm
I got your girl in my arm
And I'm armed with a firearm
So big my entire arm is a giant fire bomb
Buy your mom a shirt with a Slim Shady iron on
And the pants to match (Here mommer try 'em on)
I get a master ??? with a mouth full of adjetives
A brain full of adverbs and a box full of laxatives (Shit all out)
Causing hospital accidents
God help me before I commit some irresponsible acts again
**Chorus**
I wanted a album so rugged nobody could touch it
Spend a million a track and went over my budget (Oh Shit!)
Now how in the fuck am I supposed to get out of debt
I cant rap anymore I just murdered the alphabet
Drug sickness got me doing some bug switches
Im withdrawn from crack so bad my blood itches
I dont rap to get the woeman fuck bitches
Give me a fat slut that cooks and does dishes
Never ran with a click, Im a posse
Kamikazze strapping a mother fucking bomb across me
From the second I was born my mommer lost me
And I'm a cross between Manson, Esham and Ozzy
I dont know why the fuck Im here in the first place
My worst day on this earth was my first birthday
Retarded? what did that nurse say? Brain Damage
Fuck I was born during a earthquake
**Chorus
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