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Let me welcome you to the imagination of a psycopathic
I'm stretching the truth call me mister fantastic. I mean mr elastic
Paper or plastic? Okay I guess I'll just rape her with a glass dick.
I'm only joking I would much rather lather her up and chill her out
Like a cold cadavar. Or wrap her from head to toe in a garbage bag or
Slice her throat, It's the return of Jach the Rapper. Oops! I mean the Ripper
And after I am done with her I'll zip her bodybag n dump her in the river
No one will know where I hid her. I'll bid her farewell.
Now all that was just a slip of the kisser, I mean a slip of the tounge
I just admitted that I'm guilty. Fuck! What have i done!
Now I gotta bury the saw and get rid of the gun.
It was a bundle of fun while it lasted. Now it just so happens, I got to pass a
Polygraph i'll laugh cause im a cold blooded killer, My idol's Buffalo Bill or
Anyone of the notorious serial killers
But I'm in here spittin acid, havin a blast n blastin off like a Black Cat or
Call me the Mad Hatter, but this aint wonderland Alice. You musta passed out
Around here we only counting carrats and I dont care at all about the dudes starin
Glarin at us like they got a dick in the butt enough! Dont even try to spit it like us KLUTZ!
Fuckin jokers wanna sit and complain, always sayin were sick, well we say were insane
But this aint a game were runnin in streets n gettin muffed up. Killing these beats
And killin in sleep like Freddy Krueger. Disturbin the peace, performin the feats
Don't even try n compete, we'll leave you like an orphan you'll be beggin to eat
And right now im a rabid animal.... and you fresh meat
Time to double down I'm feelin split in this bitch
Mr Hahn my request give me a "Cure for my Itch"
Im a fresh 21 and i just started my run, I just stared my reign. Proclaim me to be
Hip hops new king of the rap game. Call me the pac man im chompin at the bits
You betta make me a pathway. I belong in a halfway(house) runaway at my own pace
Flows fresher than colgate, Like Buckwheat im "otay" Representin the OK
Fuck with me I'll snatch your faceoff like John Travolta
Im international status jugar a la pelota
Indeed its me you can call me 2 clever, I done good before but i can do betta
Who ever wanna playball strap you on a letter. So endeavor to keep up
Slow down! Never! Iput the pedal to the metal. The metal around my neck
My neck inside o collars! Suit up! I'm all about the dollars
OMG! my medulla oblongata bout to bother yall
That means my words will make mincemeat out of evry single one of yall
You better take some Demoral to ease up on the pain Ladidadi I'm insane
And I like to party. I'm sippin on Bacardi. And I'm killin these tracks
They aint commitin Hari Kari. I'm sorry