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Dead Slim
- Hi kids you all want to go to a scary place,
- filled with crevices and caves?
- Not only that but naked bitches and babes,
- meet the men that gave them all AIDS,
- and this is how we're supposed to teach kids how to behave?
- Fuck this new generation of babies,
- who aren't able to tell men from ladies.
- They haven't herd of 50 cent, Eminem, or The N.W.A
- hell i would love to see the first day,
- a little kid hears "Forgot about Dre."
- My world is dark and murderous
- a place where guts and blood gush,
- like the hole in your little brothers plush,
- and everyone smokes some cush.
- I'm gonna change the game,
- and what you mother fuckers call rage.
- Tear this fucking roof off like two dog's caged.
- That was Eminem's and if he knew i stole it he'd be crazed,
- but shit i ain't even phased.
- Then these bastards saying white boys can't rap,
- them bitches gonna make me snap.
- talking all this crap,
- like it's a fucking fact.
- But let me show you to your hotel room in my world,
- it's filled with nightmares and demons that'll make you wish that you hurled.
- My world is dark and murderous
- a place where guts and blood gush,
- like the hole in your fathers plush, and everyone smoke cush.
- I'm trying to get better but they keep feeding the fire burning in my chest,
- But they can't ever see why i'm on this mother fucking quest,
- to rise from the ashes of my step fathers bomb,
- which was dropped inside of my mom.
- What was his name? Hanson, Bob, no It was Tom.
- Thank god i wasn't his spawn.
- My world is dark and murderous,
- a place where guts and blood gush,
- like the hole in my mothers puss,
- when she smoked cush.
- Then we got them bullshit rappers,
- selling rock albums under the rap name disrespecting Marshall Mather's,
- 50 Cent and Dr. Dre some of the original fucking gangsta's,
- with that fucking "Keep Moving On" shit i want to know what you'll consider rap,
- It better not be that mother fucking crap.
- Where’s the fucking beat, or the rhythm, or rhyme,
- All I hear is you mother fuckers wasting my time,
- With them stupid ass rhyme’s I couldn’t even get through the first line,
- And that’s saying something because all I’ve got is time.
- My world is dark and murderous,
- Some might even say it’s cancerous,
- Like my friend Lazarus,
- Who wasn’t but now is hazardous.
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