Hold up, bitch, I'm holding a four fifty
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You'll sure get your whole body throat sliv
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With a switch blade you'll get your whole throat slit
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You better watch your mouth because you know who I roll with
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I'm not talking about this rap shit, I'm talking about this gat shit
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When I see your soul, I'm a snatch it
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Fuck around and end up inside of a casket
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I'll brace them like Jason Voorhees with a hatchet
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Some people think I need some help, but I'm way past it
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Locked in a padded cell, screaming with a straight jacket
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I'm haunted by several spirits of dead poets
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I think I'm Edgar Allen Poe, but I don't know it
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So don't quote it, I'm not sure who even wrote it
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At three A.M. my hands become possessed, I can't control it
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It writes murder confessions from past times
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And subliminal messages that I hide inside my rhymes
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Hey man, why you talking so tough
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No, for real, you be playing too much
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And it's all fun and games until somebody goes nuts
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Until somebody gets stuck with my blade in they guts
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Did I fail to mention, I'm manic depressive, obsessive compulsive
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Psychotic man that craves attention with a Smith and Wesson
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Hit your chest and I'm hoping you learned your lesson
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Grab your vest and better count your blessings
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Because we're mid western, bitch you're in a western
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They call me John Wayne, shoot them up like Jesse James
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Insane in the brain, like my homies Cypress Hill
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Drugged out, thugged out, pop some pills, cock the still
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Shit, you want to ask me if this glock is real
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With just one pull of this trigger you're in hell and now you're out of here
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You're whole existence just disappeared
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Like Nostradamus I promise the end is near
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I thought it sounded just like comets through out the hemisphere
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It makes you vomit like gin and tonic or everclear
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Some people think I'm psychotic for talking to the mirror
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But I blame it on the narcotics that put me here
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Hey man, why you talking so tough
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No, for real, you be playing too much
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And it's all fun and games until somebody goes nuts
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Until somebody gets stuck with my blade in they guts
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Fun N' Games
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| Prozak |
