k**a-kc - What Up Cuz - k**a-kc Feat. Eddie-g & J-murda lyrics

Verse 1:Eddie-G I'm the illest rapper to hold a cordless Patrolling corners Looking for hookers to punch in the mouth with a roll of quarters I'm meaner in action Than Rosco beating James Tarteenyer (?) And smackin his back with vacuum cleaner attachments I grew up in the wild hood As a hazardous youth With a f**ed up childhood That I used as an excuse And aint sh** changed But kept the same mindstate Since the third time that I failed 9th grade You probably think that I'm a negative person don't be so sure of it I don't promote violence I just encourage it I laugh at the sight of d**h As I fall down a cement flight of steps And land inside a bed of spider webs So throw caution to the wind You and a friend Can jump off of a bridge and if you live, do it again sh**, why not? Blow your brain out I'm blowing mine out f** it, you only live once you might as well die now Verse 2:J-Murda It's only fair to warn I was born with a set of horns And metaphors attached to my damn umbulical cord Warlord of rap little ba*tard with a two by four board That smashed into your Honda Accord With a 4 door Ford But a more toward (?) droppin an accapella The choppa (?) fella The mozarella Worse than a hellacopta propella Got you locked in the cella With your skeleton showing Developing anorexia While I'm standin next to ya Eating a full course meal watching you starve to d**h With an IV in your veins Feeding you liquid darvicet Pumping you full of d** Pull the plugs On the gunshot victims full of bullet slugs Who were picked up in an ambulance And driven To receiving with the a**es ripped outta they pants And given A less than 20 percent chance Of living Have a possible placement It's a hospital patient Storing the dead bodies in grandma's little basement Doctor Kevorkian has arrived To perform an autopsy on you while you scream "I'M STILL ALIVE!" Driving a rusty scalpel in through the top of your scalp And pulling your adams apple out through your mouth Better call the fire department I've hired a arson To set fire to carpet And burn up your entire apartment I'm a liar to start sh** (?) Got your b**h wrapped around my dick So tight you need a crobar to pry her apart wit Verse 3:k**a-KcMet a retarded kid named Greg with a wooden leg Snatched it off and beat him over the f**ing head with the peg Go to bed with the keg wake up with the 40 Mixed up with Alka Seltzer and Formula 44D f** an acid tab I'll strap the whole sheet to my forehead Wait until it absorbed in and fell to the floor dead No more said case closed end of discussion I'm blowin up like spontaneous human combustion Leaving you in the aftermath of holocaust and traumas Cross the bombas (?) We blowin up your house k**ing your parents and coming back to get your foster mommas And I'm as good at keeping a promise as Nostradamus Cause I aint making no more threats I'm doing drivebys in tinted Corvettes on Vietnam war vets I'm more or less sick in the head Maybe more cause I smoked crack (?) today, yesterday, and the day before sabbath Walk the block with a labrador Strapit more corral for war than El Salvador Foul style galore Verbal cow manure Coming together like the eyebrow on Al B. Sure