Met a retarded kid named Greg with a wooden leg
  Snatched it off and beat him over the fucking head wit'
  The peg
  Go to bed with a keg, wake up with a 40
  Mixed up with Alka-Seltzer and Formula 44D
  Fuck an acid tab I strapped the whole sheet to my forehead
  Wait until it absorbed in and fell to the floor dead
  No more said, case closed, end of discussion
  I'm blowin' up like spontaneous human combustion
  Leaving you in the aftermath of holocaust and traumas
  Cross the bombers
  We blowin' up your house, killing your parents
  And coming back to get your foster mommas
  And I'm as good at keeping a promise as Nostradamus
  'Cause I ain't making no more threats
  I'm doing drive-bys in tinted Corvettes on Vietnam War vets
  I'm more or less sick in the head
  Maybe more 'cause I smoked crack
  Today, yesterday, and the day before
  Saboteur, walk the block with a Labrador
  Strap with more coral for war than El Salvador
  Foul style galore
  Verbal cow manure
  Coming together like the eyebrown on Al B. Sure
  It's only fair to warn I was born
  With a set of horns
  And metaphors attached to my damn umbilical cord
  Warlord of rap that'll bush you with a two-by-four board
  And smashed into your Honda Accord
  With a four-door Ford
  But I'm more towards droppin' an a cappella
  That's choppin' a fella into mozzarella
  Worse than a hellacopta propella
  Got you locked in the cella'
  With your skeleton showing
  Developing anorexia
  While I'm standin' next to ya
  Eating a full-course meal watching you starve to death
  With an IV in your veins Feeding you liquif Darvocet
  Pumpin you full of drugs
  Pull the plugs
  On the gunshot victims full of bullet slugs
  Who were picked up in an ambulance
  And driven
  To Receiving with the asses ripped outta they pants
  And given
  A less than 20 percent chance
  Of living
  Have a possible placement
  As a hospital patient
  Storing the dead bodies in Grandma's little basement
  Dr. Kevorkian has arrived
  To perfom an autopsy on you while you scream ?I'M STILL ALIVE!?
  Driving a rustly scalpel in through the top of your scalp
  And pulling your Adam's apple out through your mouth
  Better call the fire departement
  I've hired an arson
  To set fire to the carpet
  And burn up your entire apartament
  I'm a liar that starts shit
  Got your bitch wrapped around my dick
  So tight you need a crowbar to pry her apart wit'