Weathermen.. president is in the building



Fucked up out my mind, the gun in my belt

the voice yells out, 'enjoy your summer in hell'

Dead friends and family surround me where they found me

In the suicide county I had a bounty on my spirit

Higher than I ever been, overlookin my wake

Wit closed caskets, cause I had took off the face

Cause I ain't never like nobody starin at me

I'm feelin sappy..??????? was really happy

My crew standin there wit shovels just grinning

When the music start n the cryin stops its back to the livin

Cause y'all ain't really think I'd go out like kurt did you?

Beat gi gi allen to the punch and do it at a venue

Hopped out the coffin like david blain

I hit y'all wit a decade of verses, I guess for baby fame

You want a plug? Stick this underground shit so far up your ass you

stutter now, keep lookin to cover, how

The fuck did rap turn into big and pac karaoke

Back in the 80's they did shit but kept it very lowkey

I know I'm speakin to less than one percent of the public

But this is for the people who copped movies and loved it

Ya'll better hope I don't catch aids or the big c

Cause the day they say I'm goin is in the week y'all comin wit me.

From the smallest of riffs to the biggest of beefs

I'ma be the first rap serial killer in the streets

I'm caught somewhere between a thug and intelligence

I bug off a elephant, acid scratched off the elephant

Along with the rest of the insect nation

Standin there wit bloody arms like its hallucination

This might be the last you'll ever see of I

Cause my spirit and physical just can't coincide

Used to write patterns now they right for themselves

If you ain't into death, step back, when I'm lightin up L's..