Pictures ripped up and rearranged could you tell them apart in the dark? you are your own worst enemy it serves you well displaced, redeposited where
I was an infant, I was different Paid no attention to my moms when she ripped it I was a hardheaded mother-eff, but had to step 'Cause she hit me with a left, then another left
this mad man hell he laid in Logical was hatred Some replacement killer came through, left small traces Engraved his chest Left him for death Left him
, bitches betta get up on it Sit up on it shawty, get up on it See when I spit up on it, shit up all over niggaz like a Harley pick up When I throw a
Mr. Smith) KCMO stand up, Young niggaz represent [Craig Smith] Hey, Ask me what I wanna be when I grow up I aint just gonna blow up I'm a star, I got
Burial plots, for my niggaz hit with fatal shots There's no need for us to spray up the scene I use less men, more powerful shit for my team Like my man
the river bodies found in the alleys Bring the yellow tape, body bags gettin' zipped up Heads blown off wit', they insides ripped up Mobile phones flipped up
's assassin as we die slow Perishin', brain dead from a Erickson Words are the medicine, two teaspoons for goons A cup of it for those thuggin' it, y'
't be like all of the western girls So one day she rebels Walks into a shop and purchases a copy of A bliss magazine for female teenagers Ripped up the
The UPS man just pulled up He dropped a package on the steps My ticket out is in that box Been waiting for a month I tore it up and ripped it out And
with the dead I rip my way through Easy prey, disfigured bodies decompose Chewed limbs drip with pus, intestinal strangulation Humans left ripped apart Lap up
your face exposing your purpose and if I Ripped off your skin I'll probably find another verse It's nothing worse than trying to bring yourself up back from the dead
that left me So I went back to look for rose The cafe rouge was a lunchtime rush Of regulars yelling for food The service in there left a lot to be desired
in Braille for vision impaired You lookin' for P, well, you can find him everywhere In a project near you, I'll be right there I was brought up and taught
the hallway maxing Still them 1-6-Ooh niggaz, straight up Whoa, hold up, hold up The nozzle aim, rip through your frame for pocket change Fiend for
disease, decapitation and slaughter pave the way for me, the keeper of the keys to the seven golden gates the flames of hell preserved me for my life
