Mr. Borama | Sunday, February 18, 2001 - 06:41 am Hi kids! Do you like violence? (Yeah yeah yeah!) Wanna see me stick a Twelve Inch Dick up your moms a$$ ? (Uh-huh!) Wanna copy me and do exactly like I did? (Yeah yeah!) Try 'Khat and get fucked up worse that my life is? (Huh?) My brain's dead weight, I'm tryin to get my head straight but I can't figure out which Dixon Hoe I want to impregnate (Ummmm..) And Rexdale said, "AKA_HONIC you a basehead!" Uh-uhhh! "So why's your face red? Man you wasted!" Well since age twelve, I've felt like I'm someone else Cause I hung my original self from the top bunk with a belt Got pissed off and ripped busta busts lips off And smacked her so hard I knocked her clothes backwards like Kris Kross I smoke a fat pound of grass and fall on my ass faster than a fat bitch who sat down too fast C'mere slut! (Honic, wait a minute, that's my girl dog!) I don't give a , Smooth sent me to piss the world off! Khalifs English teacher wanted to flunk him in junior high Thanks a lot, next semester he'll be thirty-five Khalif smacked him in his face with an eraser, chased him with a stapler and stapled his nuts to a stack of papers (Owwwwwwww!) Walked in the strip club, had my jacket zipped up Flashed the bartender, then stuck my dick in the tip cup Extraterrestrial, runnin over pedestrians in a spaceship while they screamin at me: "LET'S JUST BE FRIENDS!" Ninety-nine percent of your life you were lied to you just found out your mom chews more khat than you do (Damn!) you told her you'll grow up to be a famous rapper Make a record about doin drugs and name it after her (Oh thank you!) You know you blew up when the women rush your stands and try to touch your hands like some screamin Usher fans (Aaahhhhhh!) This guy at Weston lawerence asked for my autograph (Dude, can I get your autograph?) So I signed it: 'Dear Khat Dealer, thanks for the support, !' Stop the tape! This kid needs to be locked away! (Get him!) Rexdale, don't just stand there, OPERATE! I'm not ready to leave, it's too scary to die ( that!) I'll have to be carried inside the cemetery and buried alive (Huh yup!) Am I comin or goin? I can barely decide I just drank a fifth of vodka -- dare me to drive? (Go ahead) All your life you were very deprived You ain't had a woman in years, and your palms are too hairy to hide (Whoops!) Clothes ripped like the Incredible Hulk (hachhh-too) I spit when I talk, You'll anything that walks (C'mere) When I was little I used to get so hungry I would throw fits HOW YOUR MOM GONNA BREAST FEED YOU? (WAH!) SHE AIN'T GOT NO TITS! (WAHHH!) I lay awake and strap myself in the bed Put a bulleproof vest on and shoot myself in the head (BANG!) I'm steamin mad (Arrrggghhh!) And by the way when you see that double crossing khat dealer? (Yeah?) Tell him that I slit his throat, in this dream I had |