[clip from Family Guy]:
Oh
my
God,
it
all
makes
sense
now.
My
baby
is
some
kind
of
diabolical
genius
bent
on
world
domination
Bravo
Lois,
the
last
horse
finally
crosses
the
finish
line
[Verse 1:]
Yo, yo, Iâm the crossbred genetically engineered version of
Charles Mansonâs DNA and Tupacâs murderer
Iâve been real, so if I feel you fake then youâre dead
Thereâll be hell to pay, like you owe Satan some bread
Iâll be spraying some lead, airing you out on some foul shit
Iâll rock your jaw, like Iâm wearing your mouth as an outfit
Iâve been bout it bout it since I was breast fed
Sick as Eazy-E teaching sex ed on his deathbed
Mad at the world so I live by the gun
Like Smith and Wesson with my neighbours on the strip I was from
I open doors, to incite riots and go to war
Still broke and poor, with million dollar vocal chords
Iâll rape your speakers, rob you and take your sneakers
While I razor slit a label leaderâs facial features
Then take a breather, sit back while chips stack
Drink a six pack as I think about why I did that
Chorus:
[samples â Donât compare, me to you. Motharfucka move. You ainât theirâs, you ainât theirâs] â 2X
[Verse 2:]
Yo, yo, I do what every artist does, itâs my heart and blood
But I feel like Iâd have to die before I start a buzz
So I donât show love, I just hate and smoke bud
Sticking to my guns like fingerprints with no gloves
We can throw slugs, and I can catch your body
Or fight in the club, Iâm Tyler Durden at the after party
Iâm criminal surrounded by five cop cars
On the streets of Toronto, screaming âIâve got SARS!â
This blockâs ours, but cops crucify the streets
So I love police brutality, when I brutalize police
Do or die, is what I do for my beliefs
âTil Iâm in a pine box wearing a suit and tie to sleep
Polluted by deceit and all these snakes scheming
So I see my worst nightmares while Iâm daydreaming
My careerâs fucked the way my manager left it
So Iâma put him on blast, his nameâs Travis McFestridge
Chorus:
[samples â Donât compare, me to you. Motharfucka move. You ainât theirâs, you ainât theirâs] â 2X
[I had enough of you man, Iâm about to fuck up your plan] â 2X
[Verse 3:]
Yo, Iâm the soldier hating this pop culture
âTil I got chips like the teeth on my Nas poster
Cock toasters, cops watch from a block over
Glock holstered while I sell war to stock brokers
Iâm not sober, I stay drunk watching dimes
And fill âem with more shots than Big and Tupac combined
Drinkinâ Moonshine, running off at the mouth
Like Iâm the guy fathers warn they daughters about
A scumbag who just let the shotties spark
âTil Iâm surrounded by cops like Em with his bodyguards
Pigs say Iâm a lowlife, and I think I like it
âCause I belong in a pen, like the ink I write with
Iâm Doc Kevorkian when cops escort me in
Leaving fire on the street like Michael J. Fox DeLorean (yeah)
So fuck rap, I can see past it
Iâll cop a hundred packets, supply Ja Ruleâs E habit
[Chorus]
- :
- Fightin Words
- Liar & A Thief
- The Foul Play Mixtape
- Vengeance Ascending
- Overload 2: A Tribute To Metallica (Various Artists)
- Subterraneal Magnitude
- Excisions Of Exorcisms
- Chaos In Hell (EP)
- Miscellaneous
- Liar and a Thief
- Foul Play Mixtape
- Supreme Evil
- Infinity Through Purification
- Metal for the Masses, Volume 2
- Destruction of the Heavenly Realms, Volume V
- In the Eyes of Death IV
- Overload 2 - Tribute to Metallica
- Destruction of the Heavenly Realms, Vol. V
- Total Overload: Tribute to Metallica - 2 CD Set
- Destruction of the Heavenly Realms, Volume VI