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Yo, I'm about to bring real rap back

{verse: J.E. Koncept}

Back from the sanitarium, "Welcome Home"

Crept death on Metallica, the insanities home grown

My house is made of cracked rocks, because I decided to sell some stones

Slap a pimps girl because I wanted to get my dome blown

(Gunshot) leave the scene looking like ST. Helen

(Gunshot) change my name , I'm technically 8 felons

(Gunshot) rob yo ass if my tape ain't sellin'

(Gunshot) surrounded by snitches but I ain't tellin'

Now

Like a woman gettin cheated on I'm back stabbing men

Kill beats with a sharpened mic, like a musical javelin

My songs'll get the point across, hole in ya abdomen

You can't write or produce? Oh, haha you must be actin then

Ight, I'll be direct, you won't even make it to the cut

I'm universal, crush entire rap groups when I spew the smut

I got a blow job, my dicks so long it was sticking through her butt

Music ain't in ya blood, and my mics still sticking through ya gut

So

I'm like John Cena when I say you can't see this

Have you walking around wondering where all ya teeth is

Teeth less, Micheal Jackson's dead cuz he tried to beat this

It's thrilling, dangle mc's over balconies, and rap speeches

(All rise) fuck that, I'll break my knee caps so I won't have to

(That's contempt)I wrote my testimony on acid, it ain't even half true

(Guilty!) I went through the justice system, and just laughed through

(Send him to jail) the bailiffs can't get me, the whole court has to

{outro}

Keep talking shit

I'll slap you with my dick

Ha run up on me yo ass must be super bold

I'll put yo mother fucking lights out like the Super Bowl

Haha I'm out