1
2
3 strikes yer out
I gave you a chance
to shut your mouf
But did you?
NO!
But did you?
NO!
Now I can't stop the voices
the voices saying "Kill him, O!"
No I can't stop the voices
the voices
the voices
I can't stop the voices
the voices
the voices
Can't stop the voices
the voices
the voices
Voices voices voices voices voices saying "Kill him, O!"
You think you're tough?
I say that you are not
You think you're rough?
I say you're like a baby's butt
You think you're raw
I say close, I say rancid
I'll bust rhymes on your ass
Make you sound like a retarded Hansen
You can't compete with a white boy raised brown
In Ghettosville, Arizona also known as SunTown
Everyday I'd come home
I'd come home and watch he-man
smoke a little dope
then emote my feelings
busta a little rhyme
hit a little snatch
talk a little shit
then
dance the cabbage patch
You honestly think you can compete
with a crazy motherfucker raised on the hard streets?
Go home, son
I think I hear your mama calling
Go home son
Else I'll have said mother balling
Balling out her eyes
me between her thighs
stifling her cries
over a son that had fallen
Fallen in a place he shoulda never come a calling
Talking his shit about that which he doesn't know...
Talking his shit against the glory that is velcro.
Werd.
Much Munch aka
The Real Deal Cornmeal
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I ate a hooker half a bottle of knife.