Gino Morino I sentence you to 420 life sentences
To be served consecutively for the murder of Big Harvest
His wife and 13 children
For tax fraud, tax evasion
For being drunk and disorderly in public, for curb stomping an innocent man
Armed robbery, assault and battery
How do you plead?
This didn't even f*cking happen
Who are you
Where am I
Who am I
They call me actuator mister f*ckin' ultimatum never had a mother
So I grew up in an incubator
Broken shells broken glass prison doors zyklon gas
I know this edgy but I'm confident I got some class
And I'm a vindicator fighting for the perpetrators always see
How the world burns cause I'm an agitator
Fighting class kill en masse Bolsheviks dancing chasse
No revolution will get past my f*ckin ass
I'm not too serious and all my friends delirious
And everyone around me claiming I'm deleterious
Jumping down hunting clowns popping pills growing crowns
I'm surprised that you're not around town giving mouth
I'm not delirious and all my friends are serious
And goddamnit stop calling me deleterious
I breakdown I grab rounds and y'all know what happens next
I need a drill, a f*ckin' screwdriver
Drop the orange I just need the f*ckin' vodka
I'm gonna get out of this I'm f*ckin' alive
Yeah
I'm going straight to your mom's snatch
No really she's a f*ckin' snack
Shit I gotta get back to my plan of attack
If I don't take this serious my ass is gonna get smacked
Run run run far f*ckin' away I said I feel like a stray and now its every f*ckin' day
I don't know what this line means I just wrote it because I felt like it was clever
But really I'm not that ill on the mic
I've been listening to way too much gangsta rap, it goes hard what can I say
Just like my boys Too $hort and Dr. Dre
I'm gonna enter the hip hop hall of fame
I'm outie