Verse 3

[Intro] Its like this and like that and like this (x2) [Verse 1] I'm the illest rapper to hold a cordless Patrolling corners, looking for hookers To punch in the mouth with a roll of quarters I'm meaner in action than Roscoe beating James Todd Sr. and smackin' his back with vacuum cleaner attachments I grew up in the wild hood, as a hazardous youth With a fucked up childhood that I used as an excuse And ain't shit changed but kept the same mindstate Since the third time that I failed ninth 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 blowing mine out Fuck it, you only live once you might as well die now