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the beginning stages of deterioration

i'm beyond hell/a bi product of john l/and mom's will/
i put a blonde in a bombshell/and drop her over nam still/
the only reason i'm calm is pills/the only way on is ill/
and out is killed/i'm sick of dealing with unskilled/
mcs'/
unfulfilled prophecies/it seems/the anger it sticks in my genes/
i get fucked more than jenna jameson in her teens/
don't know who's bullshit is beef/
so i stAy boozing and usually hitting some trees/
so pensive i make politicians easy to believe/
i'm on the offensive by any means/
in fourth grade i was stabbing kidds with pencils in the knees/
grabbin the sharpest stencils and slashin the teach/
i'm the one your ass could'nt reach/
i believe it was before age 3/i was growling and showin my teeth/
lookin forward to a life on the streets/
until my first girlfriend taught me/
women are only pieces of meat/
so this is the best way to find free places to sleep/
i've turned into th kid you always thought i would be/
the one who only spells fuck
 every time he gets in the spellin bee/
it all spells hell to me/
so i'll kill all you fellas for free/
over tree or jealousy/
i don't give a fuck about myself or another felony/
 
i've taken vows/
to bring grey clouds/
and make brains go owwww!/
untill everyday you see my same scowl/
what's my fuckin name now?/for 23 yrs i slept on the same couch/
and never took dates out/
just showed em out the back after i laid em down/
i ain't proud/i prey for rain clouds/
hope lightning strikes/makes me drop my knives/
if i die it'll save lives/for now i face guys/who paste lies/
about hate crimes/for radio time/
my voice stay hoarse with whores/
while the only 9 most of these rappers seen is on the back of the golf course/
of course/if i say i got mine/you gonna sware you got yours/
gimme a record deal/
i'll spend every last dollar on millimeters and fourty fours/
kick down your doors/
leave you a corpse/
your girl broken with sores/
setting fire to every issue of the source/
halfsteppin won't b my lesson of loss/
i'm bringing weapons to court/
stabbin the judge my lawyer everybody in the jury and headed back up north/
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