| Lyrics: | [Talking continues from Detroit 101]
Heh, see, it's a conspiracy, see y'all, y'all killed my
man
and now they tryin' to kill me. They think I can't see that.
You think I can't see
that.
I know you heard of me never but I murder forever
Impatient mental patient
without health care
Detroit street-educated straight off the welfare
Powered milk drinkin',
suicidal witchdoctor known for head shrinkin'
The government want me to stop thinkin'
Blink
and I'm gone, reappear with the chrome to ya dome
Bustin' caps like raps on microphones
Now
if you wanna talk to some crooks
Come to Detroit and getcha bling took
I ain't exaggeratin',
I ain't playa hatin'
3 feet of snow and killas still roll Dayton's
Oh my god, it's
crazy
Think I want a different color mink for everyday of the week
Homey, don't speak on
me
I'm the one and only gift the Unholy poetry
Poetry, poetry, poetry, poetry, poetry,
poetry
Oh...the wicked shit, the wicked shit, you bitch
That's all, that's it, these
niggaz talkin' shit
That's all I needed, one wicked rhyme never repeated
I'm heated, put
acid on Skittles and make you eat it
And when he come up dead they be like
'He did it, E did
it'
I gives a fuck, I gives a fuck
Get buck, get stuck like a chicken get pluck
These
niggaz in my city on a nut like what
Never been to a party didn't get shot up
Shot, shot,
shot up
Never been to a party didn't get shot up
Didn't get shot up
Mental
telepathy tellin' me I need therapy
I blew my cranium killin' brain cells, I'll never be
sane
I'm insane, life in pain, that's whatchu gain
When it rain on the Unforgiven in the
fast lane
This is ya br |
