Summer in Hell

Weathermen.. president is in the building Those who came for my life better get in line The suicide by cops weather is on Fucked up out my mind, the gun in my belt Faintest of voice yells out, 'enjoy your summer in hell' Dead friends and family surround me where they found me An apparent suicide, I had a bounty on my spirit Higher than I ever been, overlookin my wake A closed casket, cause I had took off the face Cause I ain't never like nobody starin at me I'm feelin sappy, made a few people sad, but more really happy My crew standin there with shovels just grinning When the sun drop and the clients stop it's back to the livin Cause y'all ain't really think I'd go out like Kurt did you? Beat GG Allin to the punch and do it at a venue Hopped out the coffin like Davey Blaine I hit y'all with a decade of verses, I guess for baby fame You want a plug? Stick this underground shit so far up your ass you stutter Now, keep lickin the cover How the fuck did rap turn into Big and Pac karaoke Back in the 80's they did shit but kept it very low key I know I'm speakin to less than one percent of the public But this is for the people who copped Movies and loved it Ya'll better hope I don't catch AIDS or the big C Cause the day they say I'm goin is in the week y'all comin with me From the smallest of riffs to the biggest of beefs I'mma be the first rap serial killer in the streets I'm caught somewhere between a thug and intelligent I bug off a elephant acid scrapped off the elephant Along with the rest of the insect nation Standin there with bloody arms like it's an hallucination This could be the last you'll ever know of I Cause my spirit and physical just can't coincide Used to write patterns now they write for their selves If you ain't into death, step back, when I'm lightin up L's