[From Russia With Love: Alec]
I'm a tyrant, when I get up on on the mic
Violent, like
Barb wired plywood inside a vagina: tight
Drunk driving on my iPhone with Al-Qaeda
Dido tongue-tied in the back of my Pathfinder
I'm a Harvey Dent undead devil sent prophet
I'm talking to God through the sound system in my closet
I'm in the flesh the bloodshed, it never bothered me
And so I'm sniffing out the ovulating b**hes at the party
It's period juice, food coloring, and Bacardi
I get bombed and f**ed hard: Muammar Gaddafi (woah)
Living large, bong ripping
sh**, the narcs can't stop me
I'm for hypocrites drinking Starbucks coffee
I'm Jared Loughner crazy
Getting off to a plate of labia gravy
And bu*thole flavored falafel
Baby, I spit awful
You mistake it for hostile
Get kidnapped and taken on a f**ing date properly
I'm getting baked
Bump that 808 constantly
k** it turning jdilla sh** into my property
f** a grand, I'm gonna get a million off the Larsony
Because I'm the hitman, the fireman and the arsonist
b**h
[Minda Lollison: Viva]
Things just ain't the same for white bros
Who like Bud Lite and hoes in tight clothes
Who just like dyke hoes
Who dislike my flows
So f** it, white bros
Blow those "O"s of white smoke
Trip-hop Mod 61: we're psychos
With rifles, rusty knives, and 4G iPhones
We used to plan orgies with girls in high school
Then k** them and eat them;
That's life in my home
Teeth and eyelashes get recycled
Hair and nails, they go in the compost pile
Bros who f** around get choked and die slow
Soaked in petrol and burned with my bibles
We get pliers
And hipsters get found
Drugged, castrated, drowned
And lit on fire
Acting blase and bumping Tyler
While the stack of dead vegans
Outside gets higher. (Alec: and higher, and higher)
My blood, it's tiger
When I'm done, made her a**hole a little wider
(And?) Built a f**ing sand castle up inside her
(What? That's f**ing disgusting.)
(Jesus, these guys couldn't get whiter.)
Please, I'm f**ing babies in the dorm room
Newborn a**hole getting ripped and torn
And Viva's dick is stiff and sore
And they all dead
Roll them off the bed
Hear them hit the floor