John Wesley (Rap) - Kind of Rapper lyrics

I take a page, turn it into mace, and spray you in the face And break your leg if you're afraid of getting chased I sent apes infected with aids to rape Fred Phelps I think his congregation is close to d**h --HELP Get a candle stick, revolver, and a lead pipe Choose one of them; hit him in the head twice Or maybe it was you with a knife in the same room I'm only this way because when I was younger I played Clue Contradict and bigotry -- I hate you Send me back to April '06 so I can save proof If you're closed-minded, go home, close blinds And hop in a full tub blind-folded and blow dry For all I care you and hip hop can go die I always go by what's most likely, I don't know why Maybe if you listened for a minute You could pick up the intentions I interpret and depicted into sentences Childhood pa**ed; your life noticed vanishing Whenever you disagreed, you protested it actively Staying reserved is challenging, I just had a dream Of tackling a mandarin amputee on a trampoline You're addicted to d**, sadness, and the tragedy But haven't experienced a day in life without a family I know a lot of this is nightmarish and darkly drawn But only cause of hate that you base your a**umptions largely on I'm not available; my only girl is Carley Hall No offense, but you're an ornery broad and a Barbie doll Don't know why but your personality's probably gone Alcoholic doing an army crawl at a Mardi Gras Huh, yeah, I'm calling you up To tell you how crazy you are, not that I'm falling in love I'm not stopping til my life is changing yours Come on...what the f** kind of rapper do you take me for?