its all insanity and even through my vanity
i can see that you aint a big fan of me or what i wrote
or the arsenal i tote, though they not made of steel
i still hold the big guns with the scope
and when i zoom in your doomed friend
because i will soon end your era
i rain terror my reign devoid of error
fuck zues and hera i got much fairer
and rarer women on my list
rule with an iron fist
i subsist on a diet that consists
of lyrics and words i am rather verbose
rhyme boast hardcore like rambo i'd like to toast
to the politicians up in they penthouse
im just biding my time preparing to douse
em with kerosine now lets see how pristine
they seem
i distill and as a fine wine i will only get better with time
its a dime in my pocket and a blunt in the other
get so smoked out i look wigged out like i was sally struthers
but be peaceful brothers the time aint come yet
so forget for now what i said about runnin on the set
and never let the man confiscate your contraband
just cuz he dont understand...
that we live to get high
live to get by motherfucker try to jack shit
prays not to die but my fire good for the buy
fuckin two for the dime
ever since i was little i been obsessed with fat stacks
and fat sacks gats with the hammer cocked back
nickle on the mac hatchet axe to the back
getcha like the sickle cell gettin blacks
punches flyin at the speed of light that stop you in your tracks
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