Get the sticky,
light the dro.
Smoke this kush,
pass this bowl.
Gettin high, contemplating suicide.
Or another homicide,
Does he deserve to die?
****, lets make it genocide.
Maybe Hitler had it right.
Slow the beat down, speed it up.
I really don't give a ****.
Call me Em?
***** im not.
Ca Cause he be patiently waiting to make it throw all the hating.
And I be coming out with 2 guns a bla blazing.
***** I stay strapped.
I know a lotta ways we can get your *** click clacked.
In my right, shotty with the pistol grip.
And Jmac ain't afraid to let it rip.
Ruger .22 in my left, with one in the chamber.
Ready to tare throw your chest like a razer.
Another glock on my waist under the hoody.
Do you really wanna go down this road hommie?
I don't miss, plus I gotta death wish.
Im ready to die, you ready for your life to finish?
I have ADD,
And a lil OCD
Mix in a lil anxiety
Depression really gotta grip on me.
So you all better run and flee.
Just get the **** away from me.
Oh, don't forget my bipolar
disorder from father.
Im sure there is at least another.
But you go ahead and put it all together.
You'll get one crazy motha ****er.
Just like me, a rough ryder.
If you ain't,
**** off,
suck ****,
tick tock,
nick nock,
(Who's there?)
Your worst nightmare.
(My worst nightmare who?)
The man thats bout to kill you,
on this mic,
make it twice.
Few more bars should suffice,
to entice ya.
Ill put your nuts straight up in a vice yeah.
My lyrics they be sending shivers down your back.
Same place this ****ing slug about to smack
Ya. Crack ya,
break your back yeah,
and erase ya.
Off this earth,
my gift is a gangsta's curse.
Cause I curse gangstas.
Didn't miss ya fakas,
its a warning shot.
Bout to blow up your block.
Ill use Hot Rods ultimate punch to decapitate ya.
While I es smoka on this gonja.
I have ADD,
And a lil OCD
Mix in a lil anxiety
Depression really gotta grip on me.
So you all better run and flee.
Just get the **** away from me.
Oh, don't forget my bipolar
disorder from father.
Im sure there is at least another.
But you go ahead and put it all together.
You'll get one crazy motha ****er.
Just like me, a rough ryder.
To this gun fight I brought only me, myself, and my knife.
Still knew I was gonna be the one to take a life.
Before you could even squeeze off a single round,
I tackled your punk *** to the damn ground.
Rolled round and started looking like a fight on a cartoon.
I guess thats why they call me a Looney Toon.
When the dust settled, it was just me standing next to Bugs Bunny.
Your blood was really rosy red running.
Out your mouth and down your cheek.
Bugsy B yelled to get a doctor to take a peak.
Suddenly Bugs shouted out, "Whats up doc?"
He just states the time of death, starring at a clock.
You didn't even get a chance to use your glick glock.
I always knew I'd be the one to come out on the tip top.
Cause I'm as solid as a rick rock.
And you know I keep it hip hop.
Especially when it comes to this rap ****.
Every verse I spit is a mega mother ****ing hit.
Guess you could say I made you disappear like Dex did Doakes
Porky the Pigs over in the corner yelling, "Th Th Thats all folks!"
Looney Toon