*Let me tell you something pandejo*
*If you pull any of your crasy shit with us*
*You flash your piece out on the lanes*
*Ill take it away from you*
*And stick up your ass and pull the fucking trigger*
*Till it goes click*


*Once your color is set*
*You gotta be stern*
*Once your color is set*
*You gotta be stern*
*Once your color is set*
*You gotta be stern*
*A bad influence for the young*
*That are eager to learn*

Hit you where it hits best
Stand impressed
Stand with your head high
And an expanded chest
Branded the best man
To ever stand the test
I'll make you fags 'fess something
Like their manic depressed
Yea just hand me your best fans
With their hands on me
Don;t know what their plans are
But I'm glad their on me
And not on the next man
Who claims he my fan
But sits stoked when he
Hears that I'm really a white man
Ideally my lifespan
Can be labeled as being able
To gracefully lay a tasteful
Arrangement for all phases
In all places they call me Milan's wasted
But I don't give a fuck man
I'll slice you with small razors
I ain't phasing, I gotta be real
Ain't nobody gonna be giving about a shit
How I feel
And that's just as far as my Kung Fu goes
I'm just waiting for some lady to say I love you so

Everyday I feel it's time to say
But my minds taken a shine
To how the rhymes are laid
So now I'm on stage looking like I'm miles away
Until my beats starts, boom, and I got rhymes for days
See I'm living unforgiven
Till all the liquor is gone
And then in this song
Ill put it all till where it went wrong
I hate life
You can it from what I make, right
I mean, shit, a repeat of all his fake fights
Im ready for anybody who want war
And y'all pretty nice with the hands that cant brawl
Yea but thats all
Its everything that you can do
Live a life of strife and light candles
You can't handle
And you fear what your mental does
Maybe that's the appeal of irregulars
Maybe that's why you stay low key
Maybe thats the dismay only they don't see

Were just a couple of nuts
Sitting puffing a blunt
Cuddling sluts
While you're standing there clutching your cup
Yea, running a muck
What the fuck, are you stuck or what?
Come here bitch I'll give you something to suck
You ain't never seen the heart of me cousin
And rapping's just an itty bitty part of me cousin
And i ain't trying to hear the start of it cousin
It's like fifty first dates, you retarded or something
I like things that give you reason to fear
That's the reason I'm hear
Leaving you all weakened in tears
I am the textbook definition of insanity
My minds gone, its all agony
Am I wrong to salivate pure savagery
Of how I'll happily murder your whole family
Its all good, Its all nice
Its all jamming, Im laughing the whole night