It's only fair to warn, I was born with a set of horns And metaphors attached to my
dang umbilical cord Warlord of rap that'll bash you with a two by four And smash
into your Honda Accord with a four door Ford But I'm more toward droppin' an
acapella To chop a fella to mozzarella worse than a helicopter propeller Got chu'
locked in a cellar with your skeleton showin' Developin' anorexia while I'm standin'
next to ya Eatin' a four-course meal watchin' you starve to death Put a IV in ya vein
feedin' ya liquid Darvaset Pumpin' you full of drugs Pull the plugs on a gunshot
victim full of bullet slugs Who were picked up by an ambulance and driven to
receiving With they asses ripped out of they pants And given a less than twenty
percent chance of livin' Havin' a possible placement as a hospital patient Storin' the
dead bodies in grandma's lil' basement Doctor Kevorkian has arrived to perform an
autopsy On you while you scream