Please, let me off the terror wheel.Shut up, bitch! looks like it’s nighty night time (gunshots).Only some of you won’t be waking up. ahahahah. as for the rest ofYou, sit back, put on your pjs and nighties while the story entitled’out’.What the fuck is up? !I’m in haughhh!And violent j is finna tell a storySo sit your ass downShut the fuck upAnd get stoned, motherfuckerWell, I’m waking up so early, cuz I knew this day would comeMy daddy’s passed out with an empty bottle of rumAlthough she’s been gone long, I do not miss my motherAnd he’s a sorry fuck, so there’s nothing in the cupboardMy little brother’s starving, hungry and sickCuz ain’t nobody coming by the house giving free shitSo we gettin’ kinda skinny and my brother’s almost deadGot no other chose but for milk and breadStepped out the house for the first time in two yearsCuz my neighbor hood, it ain’t really goodLay up in my bedroom night after nightI hear screams, zombies shooting and lootingBut now here I am and I’m walking down jeffersonWith a bag of money back, I don’t understandHow the world can be full of so many evil doersI can hear em underneath me in the sewersKeep seeing shit out the corner of my eyesSteady looking over my back, I didn’t realizeWhere I was goin, I didn’t wanna bother anybodyAccidentally stepped on a dead bodyHey motherfucker, watch where the fuck you’re goinI might be dead, but I’ll kick your assSo I apologized but he still had to talk shitSo I stepped over his face and kept walkingAnd this is the part of my story that gets really scaryHad to walk alone down militaryI can see the crackheads hiding in the treesLooking for some change, looking for some brainsEverything seemed to quiet as I walked down the blockUntil I got hit with aRock.....................................Can’t really tell I musta been out for quite a whileCuz when I woke up my nanny coat was outta styleAnd the crackheads took my money backs in a dashAnd ripped off my arm in the processBut fuck that shit, I still gots another handSo I can still get the shit for my little manAnd I’m a walk with my nuts hanging outI ain’t scared, but this is where it gets weirdFactories, toxic waste, and chemicalsThey have strange affects on the animalsIn my neighborhood, and some get a lot biggerLike the giant rat that jumped on my backI’m running like a maniac all through the ghetto zoneAnd it’s steady taking bites out my nug boneWrestlin around, found his tail, so I straight bit itThen it ripped off my leg and broke with itTried to catch up, but I couldn’t move quick enoughThis little trip to the store straight fucking me upBut that’s okay, cuz the store’s straight down the I hopAnd it seems all wrong as I look up in the skyI see the vultures waiting on me to dieBut I made it to the store so fuck all you hoesBe bout the sign..hmm, closedPicked up a mailbox, threw it threw the wallCuz I’m a get my shit so fuck all y’allTook a loaf of bread and a carton of the shelfEven took a faygo, two-liter for myselfWalked out the store like a g that’s when I heardThe click-click sound of a boss birdThe store owner he didn’t like a be-aneeThat’s why he didn’t see a problem with buckin meBlew my motherfucking head off my shouldersDidn’t say nothing, get buck buckinBut I got say, I made it home in a heart beatNobody fucks with a head rollin down the streetNow I think about it, I was full man leaving outNow I’m a head with a loaf of bread in my mouthBouncing up the stair, I knock on the door with my chinEh, yo, little man, won’t ya let me inYou best believe it was good to see my little brotherEh, you forgot the milk, you dumb motherfucker!Locked the door behind me cuz I’m back on routeBack to the store....and I’m out
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