Rap Land

I walk through the hood with a gun on my shoulder
And aim it at little wiggers; they run like they suppose to
The gun's fake. But yall can still get some
Disrespect me; I'll shoot you with my dick's cum cause
If you don't stand for something
I may as well chop off your legs and use them to expand my clubbing of sealers.
Without a doubt, still I might plummet
But I'll always pop off at the mouth till I die from it
I got nothing to lose if I hit you
I'm unpopular like MJ AFTER he dissed Jews
I see you walking with perms claiming your fly crew
Shit is gayer than 8 men blowing off 9 dudes
Try to impress, obsessed with sex and death?
Then do us a favor; fuck off and kill yourself
Cause in rap land; you got to be ill to earn stars
Or be left with more burn marks than Dale Earndheart
That's how I handle it
Come and argue with me and you'll soak your pants with piss
In fact you don't have to see it; I'll splatter your vision
I'll kill you without noticing it, like Capitalism
Crank up the system, my craft is made for objectives
Like a rapist catching AIDS to make his trade more effective
On top of having wet dreams of swimming in Heineken
I Jack off in front of tanning beds with women inside of them!
Why rapper slash actor? A rapper that's slashing actors
You can call me traffic cause you'll all be happy when I die
Doesn't matter anyway, watch what you say
Cause I can murder you with a spoon and some toothpaste
Kill that stupid motherfucker that's itching to see you die
And bump this in your ride while pulling a DUI
Forget dick jocking, I'd rather be pill popping
So feel free, shut the fuck up, I'm still talking!