[Intro]

We raping and pillaging the whole rap industry. [bad word] that [bad word] ) Anything we can’t get on our own [bad word] to take it. Right here, play them horns, Statik. I like that [bad word]  we do it Boston style. In Boston if we can’t get it we just go steal it. You know what I’m saying? Check it.

[Verse 1]

Listen, I don’t know what’s real and what isn’t 
My alcoholism’s a prison, my rhythm is possessed 
I’m the devil in the flesh, exorcism is next 
My x-ray vision is infested with , [bad word]  and Techs 
I’m a star when I rock and roll 
I can knock em home with my dome 
So [bad word] cold my ? and my vodka ? 
Raspberry got me barking so dark and cold 
I’m a poet going going gold holding on his [bad word] and balls 
Singing every note that I wrote the octave off 
Push you off your [bad word] pedestal, they tell me knock it off 
Pocket’s poor, raping rap music till my [bad word] is soft 
Married to this life, it’s a wonder that I’m not divorced 
Copping whores four in the morning and I’m coughing hoarse 
Hanging out the window shooting [bad word] shotguns off 
This is who I am and I’m always setting drama off  [bad word] the twelve steps, I’mma throw you off your momma’s porch
 [bad word] 

Your whips, your [bad word]  your wristwatch, your chain 
Cadillac Escalade, it’s not the same 
We thieves with deep beef and pickpocket change  [bad word] your [bad word] [bad word] it)

Your whips, your [bad word]  your wristwatch, your chain 
Cadillac Escalade, it’s not the same 
We thieves with deep beef and pickpocket change  [bad word] your [bad word] [bad word] it)

[Verse 2]

Yo you can tell that we’re fools by the [bad word] that we choose 
Man I’m going for the gusto I keep telling these dudes 
I’m either getting rich, dead, or rocking felony shoes 
I ain’t Boston George so [bad word] him and Penelope [bad word] 
Listen, this isn’t vicious enough, this is a mixture of [bad word] 
I [bad word] the system all up, this is a picture of us 
I never [bad word] in a cup, can’t fit my wrists in the cuffs 
I don’t believe in the law, I didn’t listen enough 
You should be listening up, I got a pistol that’s tough 
I got an AK, [bad word] barely fits in the [bad word] 
I’m throwing fits when I’m [bad word]  I’m going spaz with the gats 
I came so far I laugh while you fathom the fact 
I passionately pattern a track, rats imagine I’m back 
Imagining that as I add another stack  [bad word] society, they’re telling me I should calm down probably 
But I’m notorious like a Charlestown robbery
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