Rage
I rip speakaz/the grim reaper/with six heataz/c4 and gasoline fixed to beepaz/blowin up ya six seaters/you spit weaka then battle between britney and christina/im a street sweepa i dont fist fight i use meat cleavaz and three meter/ heat seakers/till blood leaks leters outach penis/stomp your head in till it lookes pamela lee's cleavage/i got you hooked on lines like its a fix for tweakers/but its a mix for speakers/move ya body and mind like telecanithis/bust out like jeepaz creepaz and leave you with no physical features/im like a virus make you copy what ever you see with your iris its plain violence when tyrants get silenced by sirens/
My rage is like a lethal wep/or veit vet/with his heater kept/with safety off and you'll never see him sweat/Or plead regret/my rage is unleashed like jet lee/and ima ring ya neck/so you better bring ya teck/if it relieves ya stress/ when my rage is in supreme effect/
Originally Posted by Cocky McDoodle
