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Lyrics: Yo Yeah uh Yo this the shit right here Yeah this make me wanna kill somebody Turn this shit up real fucking loud Drinking the bile out your pancreas the fanciest Cancerous talkin lyricist pack a shank on the hips You a skanky bitch slit your wrist-clittoris If your inhibited I'll piss in your syphillis incubus Mr.Death Dr.Demise Surgeon Slice You'll die really slow if you don't appreciate life You're wack if you dont appreciate knives The way a knife slices precise the trife it's a demonic device The chronic you light inhale, for those in jail To those that beef get impaled and buried in snails My brains charred like burnt flesh and scarred Ripping your breast apart digest your heart Die! Kid you know you can't fuck with this Don't you know my shit's too sick Kid you know you can't fuck with this Might get ya whole fuckin head split Terrorize your whole clique make you suck on your own tits And spit the cancer out, grab a glock; call me Sir Manson-a-Lot Blow your brains on the seats varicose veins on the streets Cocaine dust and weed, kill you slowly it's a must you bleed Pop a vein in your skull from the stress feelin numb in your chest Anxiety attack, murder you with a variety An axe, a mack, a black jack, a bat - crack! Right upside your fuckin head, for talking shit about this kid You bled, sadistic and red, my biscuit pumps lead Cock it, obnoxious, get chopped up in boxes I'm toxic, my topics are gothic Morbidity you can't get rid of me the reason this humidity is shit to me So kill ya'self and write a note Right before the noose wraps tight around ya throat Ya windpipe is choked New York is full of transvestites in coats Helpless wenches control and sacrificing goats It's death fortysecond street derelicts Reppin' it sellin shit malevolent Mad felons kid I got three in the fam Me and my man will beat you with hands leave you beneath the sand You sinkin quickly, I'm thinking, I'm sickly I need medication the cadavers are getting stinky Kid you know you can't fuck with this Don't you know my shit's too sick Kid you know you can't fuck with this Might get ya whole fuckin head split Split split fuckin head split fuckin head split bitch fuckin head split