Kool G Rap - The Pain lyrics

[Verse 1: Necro] Dead your central nervous system good luck on your heart rebooting I'm real good at trouble shooting, when there's trouble, I start shooting Attack you cause hatred's second nature to me Give me a table before I smack you, maitre d' Confrontations, knife up your a**, constipation f** the constitution, there's d**h in constellation I do lots of conditioning, but not to make my head glow More to condition myself, to scalp you with a stiletto I can't help but be ghetto, the first ghetto was Venice Italy, j**s were literally considered a menace You not a live street king, you'll need anesthetics You can't survive the beatings, medics, they'll try to revive you like Creedence In the precinct, giving my prints, got a speedy offense Beat you into obedience, some of my best ingredients Check the latest media since, made someone bleed on the street They don't breed 'em like this anymore, cops ask, I plead the fifth Rock a mask, catch you graveyard shift, don't behave hard If you ain't brave hearted, you'll end up in a grave, hard stiff Your wife in White Slavery Part 6, in some Albanian's apartment Soon to be sold to an Iranian who's guarded I started thuggin' as a mugger, purse snatcher My first batch of loot, streets are foul like the crotch of a prostitute Trial and error, trial by fire, vile pleasure On the trial for murder for having a wild desire for terror The style of a pallbearer, or Tom Araya for hire Do this for Meyer, praising those that blaze a trail, required My head's an anvil, used to leave a man k**ed Head bu*t 'em, smash 'em, cut 'em, trampled in a landfill [Verse 2: Kool G Rap] I'm an insanity asylum mind on shock treatment Doctors can't reach him, both level meter needles that measure the wattage peaking I'm in need of sedation, ankle and wrist restraints, leaving abrasions Medicated, he indeed is a patient Speed of a speed racing demon, the seed of a Jason Driver seat up in the v., your freak, seat is adjacent Hazardous habit of grabbing the ratchet Put white maggots in f*ggots I stab until they staggering backwards Peep cash, get heat rash, trying to ration my rackets Fanatic for karats but this ravenous rabbit is rabid Psychopath, bad path for a raft in the rapids Basket Case, Norman Bates face ba*tard is bad sh** Rubber room type, rub a goon with straps on his jacket Off the Creedmoor mental ward floor Take a state test for the mental, get tennis board scores Sandwich short of a picnic, loose nut in the district Nitwits see food here?, get fed with these biscuits Click click!