I think it's time, it's called for
This time is calling for
A redundant beat

"So they set to work in one of the big yellow rooms of the castle and worked for three days and four nights
Hammering and twisting and bending and soldering and polishing and pounding at the legs and body and head of the.." [an excerpt from The Wonderful Wizard of Oz]

(All the rappers I slayed...)
(I bring the...)

Somebody sign this
That's the punch line and ender
Violent two time offender
Check my psych file record
I'm just wild
I kick it to groupies like
"Hi, we can die together"
Still crush your spine
Sex drive on Chi Omga
I pop off
Lob off limbs
Pile members
I write rhymes that look like
Suicidal letters
My skin:
Two-ply
Crocodile leather
Fuck seasons
Styled pepper
A thousand yard stare
This is Nam
They call me the hand of God
3 tour sniper expert
Got them drugs like Walter White and Ecker
You all look like Satan just appeared in front of a bunch of Bible clenchers
I brin in bars
Bringin in bars
Singed from fire
Spaced out like Don Berliner and Whitley Strieber
I'm gassed and I wanna blow up
Somebody flick the lighter

Witness this kid get skinned to red meats
Since Trick Daddy's AIDS rumors
You ain't heard nobody spit this deadly
Turn his crib to a Mausoleum
He already in it, dead
In his bed as a crypt - Egyptian buried
I'm sick, I drop shit like
Dysentery
Cigarettes dipped in jellies
Spliffs piss embalmed
Like obituaries
They isn't ready
I catch bodies
It's the closest feelin I get to splittin cherries
I'm here gettin retarded
Like all proceeds go to the kids at Jerry