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feeling accomplished just like osama
when the world trade became a gonna
just like yo dad the first time he fucked yo mamma
like a god damn wolf in grandma's pajamas
like prince fucking charming in shining armor
it may sound alarming but 
ur gonna wanna know, in case u didnt bro
i got the sickest flow
from head to toe i glow u
dont need to see for me to show a damn thing
dont gotta feel the heat to know i got the hottest bling
im the hottest thing to roll in since sin
badder than the devil
i'll fuck u up like bootleg gin
u think its over but i didnt even begin

the beat drops
now all the bullshit stops
got the bartender telling me to take a walk
but fuck that guy ima take another shot
he called the cops
but im not afraid of getting shot
im a small girl and fat pigs think im fucking hot
ill get their nuts off
its better than getting caught
and locked up for carrying an ounce of pot
got people hatin on me when they say that they not
but i dont give a shit i dont even know who they are
maybe met em once but ill be damned if i plum forgot
been too busy poking at corpses with this iron rod
wearin nothin but a cheetah print thong
and a bra
gettin drunk as fuck on an island 
in bermuda

fuckin magically creating bombs 
just like bush when he framed saddam 
i got it goin on 
gonna set off your car alarm !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 
lock away ur kids cuz theyll only come to harm 
better say your prayers if you hear em quote my songs 
theyll never be the same they wont recognize their own mom 
i dont give a fuck who u blame 
the situations unchanged 
when im through your whole existence will be rearranged 
you wont be able to tell if ur alive or insane 
ull think ur in hell and u wont remember ur name 
your hopes and dreams will be poured down the drain 
into the sewage filled with mushed guts and blood and
brains
of all my projects gone bad and left out in the rain 
to get in the air into your lungs into the dna in your
veins
appollo's chariot is the sun and im holdin the reins
cause all gods are dead 
all that's real is being high and in pain 
the truth is plain to see 
u wanna be me but u dont know how to be 
u know how to look but not to see 
u know how to live but u dont know how to feel
u know the cards u want but u dont know how to deal 
u know whats right but u dont know whats real 
u know how to fight but u dont know how to steal 
u think that enlightenment is pase and surreal 
u think ur brave but the second u get scared u squeal
u run for the hills then u bend over and keel 
u cry and u hide but soon time will reveal 
your ultimate and genuine lack of appeal 
so let me keep it real simple
i am proactive and u are the pimple
u are a blemish and so you must shrivel 
like a raisin in the sun 
for everyone to watch and make fun 
because humanity is just like a loaded gun 
if we havent seen mass death 
the party hasnt really begun
Posted: 2010-04-19 00:30:35 UTC

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