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I'm an anarchist no wait I'm an anti-christ couldn't find a thrid sixth or my scalpal so I used a knife scratched it in, I'm wasted gettin trashed again and actin ten laughin and slashin friends sellin dust to kids is how I used to spend the day cuz I was only tryin' to live like Tim McVeigh Respect womens lib by lettin em get their mace off my dogs are hungry so move quick or we're cuttin your face off follow my lead smoke weed and bleed sloppy if you see me sellin out in the store buy more copies jump in the crowd and start swingin the cordless then dismember all you high tech spy kids with a swordfish chorus: see these cats in the street off tv - they all bitch fans on the mic wanna battle - they all shit so I push cop killers and things - they call clips they let off in the crowd you goin' know - they all hits if my career's low on gas I'm stabbin a rapper to psyche suicidal failure like Shady's ex-wife they got too pissed and sliced open two wrists I punch lines til there's coke all over my two fists coke off on the crowd connect nicotine buzz then find your bitch dug out like a heiress where them screens was fuck your six I got sixteen waitin' any more patient then when they switched me to outpatient left the hospital and dissed my whole crew even pop knew the deal and walked out when I was two get slammed in the dirt merk and earth plain shake you aint stirrin' hurricanes you breath on birthday cake see some art fags and choke them herbs I beat promoters down that be bookin' spoken word if I'm too sick I'm sorry I'm tryin' to get my head right wrapped up in this cult that I started on my website chorus: see these cats on the street off tv - they all bitch fans on the mic wanna battle - they all shit Letras de cancionesso I push cop killers and things - they call clips they let off in the crowd you goin' know - they all hits I snap a copy of blade on dvd in half slice your neck and hand you a pamphlet on aids smut peddlers break up is apparent I might push shit together like Malcom McClaren so keep starin' I'll keep feedin' your brain flaws I'm porn again like the scam that got me in chain stores cage number nine on billboard fuck now I gotta sick kubrick on little bow wow's nuts long range shots to where you and your mans is mister hit some skinny ugly white bitch in kansas scratched her eyes out right with the evil itchder need a hound dog elixer a head from beetle's sister chorus: see these cats on the street off tv - they all bitch fans on the mic wanna battle - they all shit so I push cop killers and things - they call clips they let off in the crowd you goin' know - they all hits (x2) (talking...) From Letras Mania