rolling down the hill snowballing getting bigger
an explosion in the chamber the hammer from the trigger
i seen him get stabbed i watched the blood spill out
he had more cuts than my man mike chillout
24 is my age 22 is my gauge
i'm writing rhymes on a page i'm going off in a rage
'cause i'm out on a mission a stolen car mission
had a small problem with the transmission
3 on the tree in the middle of the nighti have this thing on my head cause i got into a fist fight
life comes in phases take the good with the bad
you bought those coins on the street and you know you got had
because it's all high spirit you know you gotta hear it
don't touch the mike baby don't come near it
it's gonna get ya it's gonna get ya
it's gonna get ya it's gonna get ya
looking down the barrel of a gun
son of a gun son of a bitch
getting paid getting rich
ultra violence running through my head
cold medina y'all making me see red
rapid fire louie like rambo got bullets
i'm a gonna die harder like my man bruce willis
i love girlies waxing and milking
got more cheatin' my man dave scilkin
predetermined destiny is who i am
you got your finger on the trigger like the son of sam
i am like clockwork orange going off on the town
i've got homeboy bonanza to beat your ass down
i'm mad at my desk and i'm writing all curse words
expressing my aggressions through my schizophrenic verse words
you're a headless chicken chasin' a sucker free basin
looking for a fist to put your face in
you get hip get hip don't slip you knuckle heads
racism is schism on the serious tip

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