kegzi
07-02-2002, 10:40 AM
Yo,check this rap,necks snap-when they turn-look back and react/
buz i last longer than any new founded fuckin' battery packs/
im laterally tapped-insane,six planes and a dagger racked/
up in a sheif,matter of fact-my rhymes 'll cause you kids catterachs/
burt batterachs bin tappin' ass-since back in seventy-two/
new generation of seperation-thats what your parents did too/
sat in this chair like a fool-but still its nothin' like what-its-meant-to-be/
a century of hate,temptin' me with these psychotic tendencies/
i got ten-disease-s,i got ten different sneezes and coughs/
and my penis rim is infested with ten different cheeses and spots/
there aint no pleasing these cops-"aiyo,pull over and stop!!"/
but these days they dont take bribes-just confiscate what you got/
and make you break til you drop-unto your knees in the street/
and you look up to the sky and you start screaming "lord please!!"/
you cant afford these lyrics i bring-bcoz they' platinum plus/
but narrow minded parents just see that i rap and i cuss/
but still im-lappin-it-up,so it dont even matter yo' selfish/
coz i disregard your character and still gon' shatter your pelvis/
until you walk round like Elvis-wid your legs cracked at the hip/
and the only way to react and vent anger is to start slappin' yo' bitch/
im just an addict whos slipped-out of the tree of noramlity/
and resurrected by satan to terrorise every family/
ive been naturally blessed-casually stressed out and a sick mother/
whos sits up-ta,---six am watchin' Big Brother/
but dont ever let that phase you-or contradict my worth/
coz ive always ever been retarded-yo ive bin sick since birth/
and whats-worse,one day in church i became filled with hate/
and i stole all the fucxkin' proceeds and then the silver plate/
and i killed the late reverend who tried to baptise my thoughts/
and exorcise my warped mind until i caused ia corpse/
oh yeah-ive-lost-the-plot,create a story until i drop in blood/
make a gangster look soft as cotton-buds,yo' mommas sponge caskes and even Robin Hood/
until i stopped and stood-and these docs inject this remedy/
but i guess he didnt even think that id mix this shit with a drip hookt up to Hennessey/
and go out and shot John F.Kennedy,im a twenty-three zombie-waitin'/
so don me satan coz me and my raps a powerful combination/
so please-less conversation-take these wise words from this veteran/
cuz theyre aint nobody better than-me,expect maybe Dave Letterman ("huh!?!?")/
i set upon your kids wiv cold thoughts-so let this winter last/
coz they love it when they cant realte to me and interact/
and when slim gets smacked-i'll keep up this chain reaction/
sex,money,and hip-hop,aiyo just split my brain in three fraction/
these distractions'll bombard your thoughts-just like a trojan horse/
and open doors that were mentally blocked til my scrotums forced/
"oh my lord!"-please stop the devil from pumpin' this venom in slow/
and let me return to normal teenage tricks,tv and the eminem show/
and watch my sentiment grow til i return,religious/
and i never use the words,faggots,hoes or bitches/
and never use these wrongs to corrupt to riches/
and i promise il show the cops the kids i dropt in ditches/
and i swear when i make love-i'll wear a glove,oh-i mean a condom/
and ill cease to drop bombs,and sends these rap viruses to dotcoms/
yo-i can stop from this point on-i can be really nice/
"yeah right!"-i promise lord-this is how i feel inside/
and yo i nearly cried,when i seen those suicides/
on the 11th of september zero-one,and then you fools replied/
those innocent cruely died-from the effect that satan had/
when his servants hi-jacked those boeings all fuckin' draped in rags/
id of raped those slags-and replace my japs eyes with a cactii/
and shoot my spunk all over they heads-my holy water just baptised/
and thats why-im classed insane,flames set to burn bcoz/
you bitches livin' in a fantasy...so now return to Oz.....(poof!!)
buz i last longer than any new founded fuckin' battery packs/
im laterally tapped-insane,six planes and a dagger racked/
up in a sheif,matter of fact-my rhymes 'll cause you kids catterachs/
burt batterachs bin tappin' ass-since back in seventy-two/
new generation of seperation-thats what your parents did too/
sat in this chair like a fool-but still its nothin' like what-its-meant-to-be/
a century of hate,temptin' me with these psychotic tendencies/
i got ten-disease-s,i got ten different sneezes and coughs/
and my penis rim is infested with ten different cheeses and spots/
there aint no pleasing these cops-"aiyo,pull over and stop!!"/
but these days they dont take bribes-just confiscate what you got/
and make you break til you drop-unto your knees in the street/
and you look up to the sky and you start screaming "lord please!!"/
you cant afford these lyrics i bring-bcoz they' platinum plus/
but narrow minded parents just see that i rap and i cuss/
but still im-lappin-it-up,so it dont even matter yo' selfish/
coz i disregard your character and still gon' shatter your pelvis/
until you walk round like Elvis-wid your legs cracked at the hip/
and the only way to react and vent anger is to start slappin' yo' bitch/
im just an addict whos slipped-out of the tree of noramlity/
and resurrected by satan to terrorise every family/
ive been naturally blessed-casually stressed out and a sick mother/
whos sits up-ta,---six am watchin' Big Brother/
but dont ever let that phase you-or contradict my worth/
coz ive always ever been retarded-yo ive bin sick since birth/
and whats-worse,one day in church i became filled with hate/
and i stole all the fucxkin' proceeds and then the silver plate/
and i killed the late reverend who tried to baptise my thoughts/
and exorcise my warped mind until i caused ia corpse/
oh yeah-ive-lost-the-plot,create a story until i drop in blood/
make a gangster look soft as cotton-buds,yo' mommas sponge caskes and even Robin Hood/
until i stopped and stood-and these docs inject this remedy/
but i guess he didnt even think that id mix this shit with a drip hookt up to Hennessey/
and go out and shot John F.Kennedy,im a twenty-three zombie-waitin'/
so don me satan coz me and my raps a powerful combination/
so please-less conversation-take these wise words from this veteran/
cuz theyre aint nobody better than-me,expect maybe Dave Letterman ("huh!?!?")/
i set upon your kids wiv cold thoughts-so let this winter last/
coz they love it when they cant realte to me and interact/
and when slim gets smacked-i'll keep up this chain reaction/
sex,money,and hip-hop,aiyo just split my brain in three fraction/
these distractions'll bombard your thoughts-just like a trojan horse/
and open doors that were mentally blocked til my scrotums forced/
"oh my lord!"-please stop the devil from pumpin' this venom in slow/
and let me return to normal teenage tricks,tv and the eminem show/
and watch my sentiment grow til i return,religious/
and i never use the words,faggots,hoes or bitches/
and never use these wrongs to corrupt to riches/
and i promise il show the cops the kids i dropt in ditches/
and i swear when i make love-i'll wear a glove,oh-i mean a condom/
and ill cease to drop bombs,and sends these rap viruses to dotcoms/
yo-i can stop from this point on-i can be really nice/
"yeah right!"-i promise lord-this is how i feel inside/
and yo i nearly cried,when i seen those suicides/
on the 11th of september zero-one,and then you fools replied/
those innocent cruely died-from the effect that satan had/
when his servants hi-jacked those boeings all fuckin' draped in rags/
id of raped those slags-and replace my japs eyes with a cactii/
and shoot my spunk all over they heads-my holy water just baptised/
and thats why-im classed insane,flames set to burn bcoz/
you bitches livin' in a fantasy...so now return to Oz.....(poof!!)