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Inside: Cultural Sausage. ~ Ludic Lists. ~ Skullbucket. Outside: I
hereby apologize for this breach of good taste and human decency.
"gynocracy world" "appreciation of cocks" "smoke kill video" "a ludic day" "UPS slogan" "prison diary rape" "hardcore haircuts" "judo porn" |
11.24.2004
Punks, stop your rappin', your mouth is too mealy I open fire on sucka MCs like a limo crossin' Dealy Oh really? Yes, to your questions or whatever Picture perfect headshots when my mic clears the leather I'll silence your objections with three shots from my Carcano Do violence to your femme like my name was Gordon Gano You come into the room like you're the hero of this story But you forgot to watch the window of the book depository Gory is how I leave your lady's fuckin' pillbox Pay attention while I mention this is how I fuckin' kill jocks The real rock is coming out the barrel of my rifle Your life'll get much shorter as I treat you like a trifle A muffin, a nothin', a phase, a passing fancy I'll make you be the patsy for conspiracies you can't see It's chancy, you nancy, if you'll live to see the sunlight Trust a sucka to always bring a mic to a gunfight Your kids won't be salutin' as I leave they ass bereft From the victim of my shootin' heads back and to the left I'm a sniper, and your melon's gettin' riper for a theft I got sharpshooting skills, homeboy -- that means my shit is deft When my trigger finds your trife ass you can bet your life I pull it These beats are bigger figures and my rhyme's a magic bullet With the needle on this record I'm injecting you with cancer You will do just what I tell you like you was my private dancer Ya never-was, ya one-termer, ya never-took-a-chancer You can ask me or Earl Warren but you'll never get an answer You can rush your ass to judgment but this shit will stay a mystery The biggest MC beatdown in all of American history This joint will be your warning like a funky Paul Revere One to your dome if by land and two if by sea, you hear? My total domination of you never knows no shame I'm pissin' on your grave and snuffin' your eternal flame Two shots to the dome! (One shot...two shots...) Two shots to the dome! Remember where you at when your shit got gat Camelot will crumble when you tumble out your car Won't even be a rumble, just a gunshot from afar When I drop beats and I unseat your chance to be a star Every pussy in your posse will remember where they are When they hear the news your ruse to play an MC gets dismembered Weak and wack and wicked is how you will be remembered They'll bitch and moan forever 'bout that dark day in November While you're dissin', reminiscin', I'm still busy cuttin' timbre And your legacy you beg to see turns out to be the worst You fucked up so sincerely that you left a family curse You called your lady Guinevere but she was just a ho 'Cause she could scratch my itch like she was Marilyn Monroe She played the role of queen before your penny-ante king Then dropped your cooling carcass for the markers on some bling Pickin' up the plaster when I'm stepped to by your brother Servin' up disaster to you one after another If you send a cop then I am gonna put a cop down Never shoulda drove around my city with the top down Never shoulda stood in front of all the shots I'm firing Never shoulda tried to interfere with my conspiring In front of the library is where I'm gonna shush ya Make you disappear like a broad in a babushka Let me tell you all about how I could kill a man Let my words distract you like they was Umbrella Man The witnesses are droppin' off as my crime I'm toppin' off 'Til no one remembers how your head I got to loppin' off No governor, and that is why I will commence to poppin' off All the hustlers on your dick will soon commence to droppin' off You tried to be the ruler but you wound up a statistic Your rhymes were crimes and kinda made me wanna go ballistic You were born and bred in Boston but you're gonna die in Dallas I don't give a fuck about you 'cause I'm Charlie fuckin' callous The revolution's coming and I'm gonna storm your palace Your wonderland is over and it's time to meet my malice Two shots to the dome! (One shot...two shots...) Two shots to the dome! Remember where you at when your shit got gat |
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| TODAY'S DRIFTWOOD: "It's a bit embarrassing to have been concerned with the human problem all one's life and to find at the end that one has no more to offer by way of advice than 'try to be a little kinder'." (Aldous Huxley) |