The Most Sadistic

(albüm: I Need Drugs - 2000)

Yo, yo, yo, check this shit bitch
For all you slime buckets, all over the land, peep it

Yo, I'm dancin on your grave like Baryshnikov
I'll rip you off
Leave you in the desert 'til the vultures strip your corpse
Then rape your fucking wife, until my dick is soft
'Til the flesh is peeling off
I'm a devil concealed in cloth
Walk, walk or get stabbed with a fork
You got a hole in your stomach
Yo plug it up with a cork, you dork
Lots of blood loss, red cross
Couldn't help your dead boss cut his head off
Brutal, sadistic, the only way
I'll be remembered, after I'm dismemebered
And my bones decay, a rap legend
To the aggressionary session
My inventions of tension and powerful progression
It's time, for sick rhymes, lunatic lines
Hit your mind like consuming strychnine
For all the shell, clips and Glocks
You step to me with a weapon
You'll be repping your clique in a box

The most sadistic, you think not?
You might get shot, put 'em in a plot
We ain't playin, we ain't rhyming for nothing
Yo this shit is our life, so let me tell you something
If you ever diss me I'mma bring it to you
Got a crew of psychopaths that'll stab you up too
Now say violence (violence), death (death)
Yo there ain't nothin left to say, this shit's fresh

I'll kill, you could be my latest victim
I'll take a shit on your brain and make you sniff it
Piss on your bitch's tits and make you lick it
You fucking maggot
You probably fucked one hundred faggots
Your a gay thug that loved jail and love getting your ass whipped
Come around here actin hardcore
You never did dirt, you gonna get hurt
Pull up your pink skirt
Your pink panties'll get your whig damaged
Go eat a dick sandwhich
I can't stand this motherfucker
Make this bitch vanish from the planet
I'll hit you like a ton of granite
Get your blood splattered
Face bashed in, you can't win
I'll stab you in the head with shishkebab sticks
While watching mob flicks, nasty like armpits
When I be sucking on you mom's tits
She my bitch, she on my dick
Tell that trick to stop calling my crib
Why'd you say she wanted to kill the bitch?
Smoking green clove, walking around town flossing the free clothes
Doper than Special K exploding in the fiend's nose

The most sadistic, you think not?
You might get shot, put 'em in a plot
We ain't playin, we ain't rhyming for nothing
Yo this shit is our life, so let me tell you something
If you ever diss me I'mma bring it to you
Got a crew of psychopaths that'll stab you up too
Now say violence (violence), death (death)
Yo there ain't nothin left to say, this shit's fresh
[*fades out with gatling gun sounds*]