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A lot of people ask me...Stupid thingz questions
A lot of people think...That what I say on records
or what I talk about on a
records That I actually do in real life or that I
believe in it or if
I say that I wanna skill somebody with...I'm
actually gonna do it or that I believe in it well,
see.. if you believe that Then I'll skill you know
why?
Cause I'm a Criminal Criminal
(You god damn right)
I'm a Criminal Yeah I'm a
Criminal My words are like a dagger with a jagged edge
That'll stab you in the head, whether you're a fag or
les'
Or a homotaxt, hermaph or a trans-a-vest
Pants or dress, hate fags? The answer's yes
Homophobic? Nah, you're just heterophobic
Staring at my jeans, watching my genitals bulgin'
That's my what hell' balls, you'd better let go of 'em
They belong in my scrotum, you'll never get hold of
'em!
"Hey, it's me, Versace! Whoops, somebody shot me!
And I was just checkin' the mail
Get it? Checkin' the male?"
How many records you expecting to sell
After your second EP sends you directly to jail?
Come on, relax, guy! I like gay men
Right, Ken? Give me an amen! (A-men!)
"Please Lord, this boy needs Jesus
Heal this child, help us destroy these demons
Oh, and please send me a brand new car
And a prostitute while my wife's sick in the hospital"
Preacher, preacher! Fifth grade teacher!
You can't reach me, my mom can't neither
You can't teach me a goddamn thing 'cause
I watch TV and Comcast cable
And you ain't able to stop these thoughts
You can't stop me from toppin' these charts
And you can't stop me from droppin' each March
With a brand new CD for these what hell' retards
("duhh")
And to think, it's just lil' old me
Mr. Don't-Give-a-Up still won't leave I'm a criminal!
'Cause every time I write a rhyme
These people think it's a crime
To tell 'em what's on my mind
I guess I'm a criminal!
I don't gotta say a word
I just flip 'em the bird and don't make up '
I don't take see from no one

I'm a criminal!
'Cause every time I write a rhyme
These people think it's a crime
To tell 'em what's on my mind
I guess I'm a criminal!
I don't gotta say a word
I just flip 'em the bird and keep goin'
I don't take see from no one The mother did drink, hard liquor, cigarettes and speed
The baby came out, disfigured ligaments, indeed
It was a seed who would grow up just as crazy as she
Don't dare make fun of that baby, 'cause that baby was me
I'm a criminal, an animal caged who turned crazed
But how the up you supposed to grow up when you weren't raised?
So as I got older and I got a lot taller
My sick shrunk smaller, but my balls got larger
I drink malt liquor to mess you up quicker
Than you'd wanna mess me up for sayin' the word ******
My morals went (pffft) when the president got oral
Sex in his Oval Office on top of his desk off of his own employee
Now, don't ignore me, you won't avoid me
You can't miss me: I'm black-haired, and my nose is pointy
I'm the good guy who makes fun of people that die
In plane crashes and laughs as long
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