[Beginning of the song:Lyrikile Trife]
There was me lyrikile and 3 of my man's all supposed to meet at the korova milk bar the korova couldn't afford it's leak license so it sold milk plus drink rump or synthemesc which would sharpen you up for a bit of the old utlra violence which plague on all minds for the evening and so kiddies d**h for all right!,right! Right!,Right!
[Verse 2: Lyrikile Trife]
I'm against the machine like rage b**hes say i hate you! l i wanna see you stabbed in the face shaved with a razor blade i keep my friends and my enemies closer in distance lets face it nobody loves they rather see me murdered in a instant with a bullet to the head blood gushing out like when i was a little boy pissing in the bed i feel like aiming a f**ing infrared to a infant dead naked in shame shivering in the bed yo flashbacks of my forgotten past high off my rocking hash i put my face inside a stocking mask i'll put a gun in a purse and run in a church rob a piece one and the first to come with the worst when your dad come blast the magnum and rob him get you hollering like marvin gaye when his father shot him call a retired psychiatrist with problems i need help and i can't sleep well having deep felt nightmares and i ain't ready to leave hell so close the gate before it's too late! mother f**er ain't no time to negotiate i'm giving young minds statutory rape screaming to their moms i'm bombing police calm like vietnam f** around get laced with the gun like pcp and weed in the bong smoked like cheech and chong sober take you under water and hold ya til its all over i'll blow off the arm of a south paw like g rap because i'm an outlaw with a wanted dead or alive poster till the day of my a**a**ination f** yeah! i'm a basket case man and i've mastered this rap sh** til my a** gets wasted i choke mics like asphyxation when i'm strangling my own throat masturbating they say that i'm a bad influence well? i say the worlds already f**ed i'm just adding to it but it's a fact i am the truest while you wack rappers is stupid trying to imitate all that new sh**
fu*k ALL YA'LL!
[Hook: scratches]
People said his brain was infected by devils
[Verse 2: Lyrikile Trife]
When i was born man my mother didn't want me gave me up for abortion because my dad ain't devotion a portion of my dead alive brain cells make it rain hell my souls desending from earth to the gates of hell got satan shivering hating what i'm delivering never knew my true father because my step dad's oj simpson murdered him and my mother tied her up to a bed and made me watch him f** her impregnating her without a rubber giving me another little brother that he abusing slit his f**ing throat as i watched a child execution blood spewing in his red cup of kool aid blood hes losing to pump and ejaculate while laying flat on the porch now as a dead rotten no longer lasting corpse they sticking my a** in court sentenced for a savage a**ault of d**h to fear in the electric chair still i was born dead shocking the world the end is near while my dead siblings just watch in the row of intensive care f** around make you gush out a couple letters of blood like guinness beer so ladies and gentlemen lets take a toast to this mother f**ers head that's getting blown off like the president i'm sicker in the head then giving dick to a who*e that's celibate all my enemies be yelling sh** yo they like l you intelligent could of been the president but i'd rather be a dope boy i really love selling sh** my last batch was f**ed up i think i need some better sh** i even dance with the devil for the hell of it hi my name is michael holmes and i'm a 3 time coke dust head felon once the venom hits the cerebellum my hand starts swelling and my bones dk out my skeleton you got beef but there's worms in your wellington splatter your guts all over the walls extract the jelleton and if you ain't k**ing your f**ing self then its irreverent b*tch!
[Hook: scratches]
People said his brain was infected by devils