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It's like this and like that and like this

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 Senior

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 mind state

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 blowin' mine out

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