I´m the illest rapper to hold the cordless
Patrollin´ corners, lookin´ for hookers to punch in the mouth
With a roll of quarters
I´m meaner in action than Roscoe beatin´ James Todd Sr

And smackin´ his back with vacuum cleaner attachments
I grew up in a wild hood, as a hazardous youth
With a fucked up childhood that I used as an excuse
And ain´t shit changed, I kept the same mindstate
Since the third time that I failed 9th grade
You probably think that I´m a negative person
Don´t be so sure of it
I don´t promote violence, I just encourage it
I laugh at the sight of death
As I fall down a cement flight of steps
And land inside a bed of spider webs
So throw caution to the wind; you and a friend
Can jump off of a bridge, and if you live, do it again
Shit, why not? Blow your brain out, I´m blowin´ mine out

Fuck it, you only live once, you might as well die now