It's only fair to warn

I was born with a set of horns

And metaphors attached to my damn umbulical cord

Warlord of rap little bastard with a two by four board

That smashed into your Honda Accord

With a 4 door Ford

But a more toward [?] droppin an accapella

The choppa [?] fella

The mozarella

Worse than a hellacopta propella

Got you locked in the cella

With your skeleton showing

Developing anorexia

While I'm standin next to ya

Eating a full course meal watching you starve to death

With an IV in your veins

Feeding you liquid darvicet

Pumping you full of drugs

Pull the plugs

On the gunshot victims full of bullet slugs

Who were picked up in an ambulance

And driven

To receiving with the asses ripped outta they pants

And given

A less than 20 percent chance

Of living

Have a possible placement

It's a hospital patient

Storing the dead bodies in grandma's little basement

Doctor Kevorkian has arrived

To perform an autopsy on you while you scream "I'M STILL ALIVE!"

Driving a rusty scalpel in through the top of your scalp

And pulling your adams apple out through your mouth

Better call the fire department

I've hired a arson

To set fire to carpet

And burn up your entire apartment

I'm a liar to start shit [?]

Got your bitch wrapped around my dick

So tight you need a crobar to pry her apart wit