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.