War Party

I`m that dope up in your brain with syringes<br>Comin through, kickin doors off the fuckin hinges<br>I`m in this, like forty fiends on seven day binges<br>Comin with my felony offenders, drinkin Guinness<br>The slender of a never ending back bender<br>My agenda be the legal tender, blue fox in the winter<br>Say it with me, yes, mad style in the streets<br>Bitches that be blowin up my hip with mad beeps<br><br>Murder me? You musta never fuckin heard of me<br>I get thank you letters from emergency for fillin vacancies<br>And don`t even mention surgery, because they awarded me<br>For bein the man to do the most abuse to industry<br>Injure me, see the evil spirits enter me<br>Larry Single-tary, now who majesty, an entity (uuhhhh!)<br>If I cut you do you not bleed<br>If I bust up in a guts, you should not bear seed that resemble me<br><br>I hear the sound of dope fiends` screams<br>It`s gotta mean somebody`s scheme, on the stash again<br>I`m spittin hollow points like phlegm<br>I`d probably bring a friend but these days <br>I`m driftin off into galaxies<br>Feel the sea breeze throughout vicinities, eeaaaww!!<br>While prophecies that kick the sky splits<br>Omigod, droppin clips is this the end?<br>Forever I`ll be never injured, why because the devil had me shook<br>I`m shakin, this evil spirits takin flesh is bakin in<br><br>Here`s a, special delivery, of the pain and misery<br>Can you maintain it? The degrees of temperature can be caused<br>I`m the guy that pulls the wool over your eyes, and move<br>at war speeds, do 45`s in the skies, and be<br>Whatever y`all call that, that bridges the gap<br>And in suspended animation and reality rap<br>Picture like Kodak, and wax flows clean as Kojak<br>And you know that, all front row wigs get blown back<br><br>Deacon, comin up the rear with the wicked<br>Two felony convicted, Colin Ferguson<br>Murderin, open up your guts kid, what?<br>I`m diesel like three fifty, woke up with mad cuts<br>and don`t give a fuck<br>I snatch the soul out your back, so how you figure<br>You could hold your fuckin own, you`re a clone<br>Alone in the world, know I tend to be<br>Once a friend of me, now we`re known as bitter enemies<br><br>Check it, check it<br>We charge up like a nine volt, drama beef<br>You better hold I pack a 45 Colt with a mad kick<br>Cause when I lit, the ho`s got snitch<br>You better duck quick before you get your shirls knicked split<br>I blaze knock this one, it`s on it`s on, for reals<br>Steel pull out, call my bluff, a nigga fade to sear<br>In a second or a minute I reckon I be in it<br>Full-on flanks for high banks, tanks ???<br><br>Enough of this S and M<br>Them leather wearin bitches whippin men<br>From a corner of a dead end, I can`t forget my dead friends<br>And that`s what makes my brain sporadic<br>Plus I got a bad habit, of mixin alcohol with automatics<br>Who got static? I came to set it off and get this party started<br>Those who provoke, is gettin choked, I aint no fuckin joke<br>My friends won`t go anywhere with me, anyone in the vicinitiy<br>Charged with conspiracy get death by electricity<br><br>Niggas get confused, not knowin what I`ma do<br>I sit and wait for niggas to make an ill-advised move<br>I save the way that could be from here to there<br>Bustin shots, some secluded spots you don`t know where<br>So where art thou, where art thou<br>Talkin about your dead family members, pal, don`t fuck around<br>Or for cryin out loud, tellin` you now from Jump Street<br>Whoever steps up I`m leavin them bleedin` profusely