For this one it's the X, you retarded?

Cause I grab the mic and get DOWN, like Syndrome

Hide and roam into the masses, without boundaries

Which qualifies me for the term universal

Without no rehearsal, I leak words that's controversial

Like I'm not, the one you wanna contest, see

Cause I'll hit yo' a** like the train did that b**ch

Hit you watch your whole head split up

Hollow tips is the lead, the .45 threw

Niggaz that take no for an answer, get told no

Yeah I been told no but it was more like, No, no, no!!!

Life a b**ch that'll f**k you if you let her

Better.e better than better to be a.petitor

This vet is ahead of,

The sh*t is all redder, you deader and deader

Settle vendetta one metal beretta from ghetto to ghetto

I got the soul of every rapper in me, love me or hate me

My moms got raped by the industry and made me

I'm the illest ni**a ever, I told you

I get more p**sy than them dyke b**ches Total

Want beef, ni**a? PBBT! You better dead that sh*t

Probably sayin, He ain't a killer , but I'm killin myself

Smoke death, f**k b**ches raw, on the kitchen floor

So think what I'ma do to you, have done to you

Got niggaz in my hood who'd do that sh*t for a blunt or two

What you wanna do, cocksuckers? We glock busters

'Til the cops cuff us, we'll start ruckus and drop blockbusters

'Round the clock hustlers, you cannot touch us

I'm gettin wires niggaz wantin me dead, wantin my head

You think it could be somethin I said? {*echoes*}

When I go out, I'ma go out shootin

I don't mean when I die, I mean when I go out to the club, stupid

I'm tryin to clear up my f**kin' image,

So I promised the f**kin critics

I wouldn't say f**kin for six minutes

My baby's mom, b**ch made me an angry blonde

So I made me a song, killed her and put Hailie on

I may be wrong, I keep thinkin these crazy thoughts

In my cranium, but I'm stuck with a crazy mom

Came home, and somebody musta broke in the back window

And stole two loaded machine guns and both of my trenchcoats

Sick sick dreams of picnic scenes, two kids, sixteen

And them shits reach through six kids each

And Slim gets blamed in Bill Clint's speech to fix these streets?

F**K THAT! PBBT! Tou faggots can vanish to volcanic ash

Aftermath, Dre, grab the gat, show 'em where it's at

Don't you remember me?!

Remember me?!!

Remember me??!

REMEMBER ME!!!!

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