Weathermen president is in the building Those who came for my life need to get in line The suicide by cops weather is on! Fucked up out my mind, the gun in my belt Faintest of voice yells out, enjoy your summer in hell Dead friends and family surround me where they found me An apparent suicide, I had a bounty on my spirit Higher than I ever been, overlookin my wake A closed casket, cause I had took off the face Cause I aint never like nobody starin at me Im feelin sappy, made a few people sad, but more really happy My crew standin there with shovels just grinning When the sun drop and the clients stop its back to the livin Cause yall aint really think Id go out like Kurt did you? Beat GG Allin to the punch and do it at a venue Hopped out the coffin like David Blaine I hit yall with a decade of verses, I guess for baby fame You want a plug? Stick this underground shit so far up your ass you stutter Now, keep lickin the cover How the fuck did rap turn into Big and Pac karaoke Back in the 80s they did shit but kept it very low key I know Im speakin to less than one percent of the public But this is for the people that copped Movies and loved it Yall better hope I dont catch AIDS or the big C Cause the day they say Im goin is in the week yall comin with me From the smallest of rips to the biggest of beefs Imma be the first rap serial killer in the streets Im caught somewhere between a thug and intelligent I bug off a elephant acid scrapped off the elephant Along with the rest of the insect nation Standin there with bloody arms like its an hallucination This could be the last youll ever know of I Cause my spirit and physical just cant coincide Used to write patterns now they write for their selves If you aint into death, step back, when Im lightin up Ls
elephant, yall, standin, suicide, faintest