Thursday, July 22, 2010
I'm ready to kill, I'm ready to heal, a knife and a gun, my time has finally come.
As victims fall to their knees, I feel a cold breeze,
And as I get bolder, colder, I think I'm finally free.
I rip off your chest, pull out your heart, and take a bite while it's still beating,
but I put it back in after I'm done, coz stealing is just cheating.
As you unwind in the club and dance to the beats,
I'm getting locked down for life, selling bags on the streets.
The government took away everything I ever had,
So I'm gonna be thug, steal, and buy a stereo for dad.
I'm not musically inclined, I just say what's on my mind,
it's usually sick, when murder is played and rewind.
Fuck you, I would win every episode of fear factor,
and I never flunked school, although i skipped every chapter.
Streets are better teachers, drug dealers are the best counselors,
classes made up of pimps, prostitutes and strip club dancers.
A cat needs a ball of wool, and a dog needs a stick,
But all I ever needed was some smack for my kicks.
This verse is going nowhere, so I better stop it,
Just like your penis and u know u need to chop it.
Damn, I'm good!