Kkkill the Fetus (Escam)

Feel my pain
Locked down, shackled in chains
Guns aimed at your maggot brain
Ready for war, poetry’s erotic
Dice, psycho-psychotic
Fuck a Bruce Wayne, nigga
I’m the Reel Life Product
Wake the dead, my vocal tone full of power
Creepin' on the east side in the midnight hour
Pissin' on your dead flowers, Hell if I wasn’t
You caught a slug from a .45 all of a sudden
Usin' my name in vain, funny how people change
Let it rain, insane, needles to veins
Mental stress, fuck a bullet-proof vest
And God bless whoever test
The King of the Midwest
No lies I tell, Escam I mail
So now you dealin with these
Evil Angels Runnin' Through Hell — EARTH
The resurrection of Dice, the rebirth
From the home of the brave, dancin' on graves
Plus I blaze in mysterious ways
Bustin' A.K.s for 300 and 65 days
Unholy… your momma’s a junkie, she owe me
10g, snorted up half a ki
Blasphemy, you stole from apartment 3
So feel my trilogy of terror, the hardcore era (threat)
A ghetto vet, you say you housin' my set
But I ain’t met a mothafucka that could do that yet (huh)
Kill or be killed nigga, You ain’t real, nigga, Feel my steel, nigga
(Kill the fetus)
Kill or be killed nigga, You ain’t real, nigga, Feel my steel, nigga
(Kill the fetus)
Kill or be killed nigga, You ain’t real, nigga, Feel my steel, nigga
(Kill the fetus)
Kill or be killed nigga, You ain’t real, nigga, Feel my steel, nigga
(Kill the fetus)
My understandin' is zero
Fuck that unholy negro
Dice Pacino, father of Manny and Carlito
Roll with Nino, stick up niggas at the casino
Bustin' shots at bitch niggas we know
I’m wicked world wide, a true ?, hard as a war dog
Fans be searchin for a nigga deep in the smog
I ain’t the Son of Sam, I’m the son of a murderous man
With murderous plans who took over your fans
Jealously expands, you stole styles from me and my mans
Word, I be writin' your rhymes niggas wouldn’t have gave you a chance
Kill the fetus, pull heaters on Lucifer’s leaders
Who don’t beleive in God or Jesus
Dice, deadlier than six hundred and sixty six common diseases
Symptoms of insanity
When you stare in the mirror you see reflections of me
The D.I., stay high in my neighborhood up to no good
Fuck NATAS, cause nigga I’m the mastamind
I’m in your hood, mothafucka, I ain’t hard to find
I got treated like a prostitute, keep the loot
I’mma hit you with a fat lawsuit, mothafucka!