Post by B~nice on Dec 16, 2005 2:46:54 GMT -5
ye, ima spit it, for all you critics/
so hopefully yall will buy tickits/
to my new show/
coming back with violence bro/
when i cut it up man, then youll know/
turn around and make a hork full of blood/
and spit it on your shoes, disinigrate it should/
like acid, my lyrics is kill-tastic/
make you choke on your puke and the cops will wrap you in plastic/
got fanatics like rabbits, exept for the fucking im cuttin it up/
with a big ass knife the could indefenatly cut through your skull/
watch me rip your face with a simple item/
anything can be used as a weapon, i prefer to slice em/
drain the blood out of your intestines/
and eat them for dinner like potatoes and pork rines/
you all throw up by my rhymes, but i dont care/
ill make you puke and eat it afterwords mixed in with my pubic hair/
corrupted by the shit going on out there/
ill be chopping a bitch and all you can do is stare/
shaking in your little boots/
you know after im done with this asshole, im coming for you/
and hit you with a gonnoreah infested bat/
while a rabid gerbil is going up your ass/
and it will all happen real fast/
wake up the next morning tied to some train tracks/
dont think you wanna fuck with me kid/
cause my antics come straight out of horror movies/
unless you wanna be like those groupies that i hacked up/
couple hours later im over a toilet spitting them back up/
cuase my stoumach cant digest siphilis infected clittoris/
bitch needed liposucsion to get the cancer out her tits/
nobody can relate to this, im to sick with it/
throw a bowling ball at your face and watch your fucking head split/
so now you know what I mean by Cut it up/
so dont step to me or ill cut it up/
dont bring him to me or ill cut it up/
bustin your head while drinking henesee. Cut it up/
dont show me your motha or ill pull the trigga. Cut it up/
its the mark of a twisted 15 year old nigga CUT IT UP
so hopefully yall will buy tickits/
to my new show/
coming back with violence bro/
when i cut it up man, then youll know/
turn around and make a hork full of blood/
and spit it on your shoes, disinigrate it should/
like acid, my lyrics is kill-tastic/
make you choke on your puke and the cops will wrap you in plastic/
got fanatics like rabbits, exept for the fucking im cuttin it up/
with a big ass knife the could indefenatly cut through your skull/
watch me rip your face with a simple item/
anything can be used as a weapon, i prefer to slice em/
drain the blood out of your intestines/
and eat them for dinner like potatoes and pork rines/
you all throw up by my rhymes, but i dont care/
ill make you puke and eat it afterwords mixed in with my pubic hair/
corrupted by the shit going on out there/
ill be chopping a bitch and all you can do is stare/
shaking in your little boots/
you know after im done with this asshole, im coming for you/
and hit you with a gonnoreah infested bat/
while a rabid gerbil is going up your ass/
and it will all happen real fast/
wake up the next morning tied to some train tracks/
dont think you wanna fuck with me kid/
cause my antics come straight out of horror movies/
unless you wanna be like those groupies that i hacked up/
couple hours later im over a toilet spitting them back up/
cuase my stoumach cant digest siphilis infected clittoris/
bitch needed liposucsion to get the cancer out her tits/
nobody can relate to this, im to sick with it/
throw a bowling ball at your face and watch your fucking head split/
so now you know what I mean by Cut it up/
so dont step to me or ill cut it up/
dont bring him to me or ill cut it up/
bustin your head while drinking henesee. Cut it up/
dont show me your motha or ill pull the trigga. Cut it up/
its the mark of a twisted 15 year old nigga CUT IT UP