uh 

He's meannnnnn 

and vicious

I cant believe hes that rude

To those stories those rhymes that jew

Then he put 'em on the floor like cat food 

And put 'em on the track like glue 

Then put 'em on your head like hat

Hey back to you lou black power 

Im just running with a barrel full of black powder

Wita hole in it hole in it wheezin deep, breathin 

Running from the fire on the trail i keep leavin 

I cant shake it i swear its heat seekin 

I keep seekin somewhere to hide from it i can die from it

But it keep keepin up just when i think that ive done it

It keep sneakin up 

Ohh leakin barrel of black powder how that flame keep reachin us 

Just one of the long rended extended metaphors alose

This time I use an example of a fuse 

to demonstrate how i cant lose

I would put it down but i cant due to the glue 

that i use the fuse everything together 

well i spill some on my hands 

and God Damn i might have to carry this forever

Well im crazy to the game till they bury me insane



Chorus:

There once was a boy that grew up on the west side of chicago 

Liked his hat to the left side

Wasn't in a gang but he was prone to bang 

doing his thangg doin his thang

There once was a boy that grew up on the west side of chicago 

Liked his hat to the left side

Wasn't in a gang but he was known to bang like 

doing his thangg doin his thang



Truthfully I have trouble with second versus 

Cuz the first one be so intimidating 

It'd be boiling and pickin on it instigatin 

pointin out all the second ones limitations

like you aint nothing but an imitation 

like bitcha bakin then it gets the chorus

and the beat to together then they gang up on him and get to hatin 

but then around the 8th bar he tired 

so they conspire and comiseratin then he fin' his inspiration

to spar he takes a few seconds if you dont listen 

sits back one beat then punches the guitar

they stand in awe like when did you write that 

they even right black 

first verse already happened 

so he aint have a change to fight back

i like that 

abignal junior check mate

you gon respect mate

a 8 track listen to em feelin himself 

swagger up and a few ad libs to back it up

lets back it up 

i think youve had enough

give me my mic back 

you aint even write that 

oh its like that?

track stop pumpin till this nigga stop frontin

yeah yeah now right back 



Chorus:

There once was a boy that grew up on the west side of chicago 

Liked his hat to the left side

Wasn't in a gang but he was prone to bang 

doing his thangg doin his thang

There once was a boy that grew up on the west side of chicago 

Liked his hat to the left side

Wasn't in a gang but he was known to bang like 

doing his thangg doin his thang



Oh my god 

my perails in my odds 

I aint really hear what you hear is a mirage 

This aint the delivery baby this is just lamash 

The ice cream and pickles tickle and a massage

The king author of the knight eldibage 

the camafouge water in the distance

loggin a camel to get there wit the quickness

mean and vicious 

grinch who stole christmas and hid it in the garage

there was a collage a barrage that brought all things to help this thing start

jump jump, my battery charge 

im bout my green like string beans and beans from ma's

its a mean thing to be seen with ours 

got that f&f homie im a young lil thriller

i will resurrect homie come back for my killa 

and a big shovel with that barrel the sane that will bury me insaneee 



Chorus:

There once was a boy that grew up on the west side of chicago 

Liked his hat to the left side

Wasn't in a gang but he was prone to bang

doing his thangg doin his thang

There once was a boy that grew up on the west side Of chicago 

Liked his hat to the left side

Wasn't in a gang but he was known to bang like 

doing his thangg doin his thang



its meaaannnnnn 

and vicious