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Pretty much, everyone keep the story goin 4 bars at a time. if its kool, ill maybe make a little song out of it at the end of the month or sumthing







His eyes open slowly, holding the bottle from the night before. picks himself up off the floor, then heads on over towards the door.

bottle still in hand he takes a final swig then tosses it, then reaches in his pocket for a cig to slowly process this.

he sets aflame his cancer stick, then looks around the room, thinking, "damn how many ounces of this beer did we consume?"

he finishes his stoge, then makes his way back in the house. on the couch, he notices this girl laying without her blouse............

she then replied this,, hi! splashking!,im like wassup bitch
westside rich,and she know how to act like she lovin suckin dick

im that fuckin nigga,she knows what it is,
she was on her knees while i splashed like my kids,

young lil brah,said he know she stackin paper
a real thug n she stay on that court,plus shes not wit the lakers

Then he wakes from a hazy dream still drunk face fifteen diffrent shades of green
Now let me lay the seen a rage in Leeds two girls and they maybe teens
a drunk kid with words... lets just say obscene on his forehead in maybelline
upstairs there's a few white guys a Spanish girl with light eyes and a crazy fiend
Anyways he's feeling dazed an leans over a balcony then slips and falls hits a wall
Then feels himself get gripped and pulled into a different world he ain't likein this at all...
He begins ta yell and call with no avail at all then starts ta thinkin that he was dead
He runs as fast as he can to his house under his covers all wrapped in his bed

Opens his eyes three days later in a meat refidgerator,
There on a hook hangs a bitch and he think he musta raped her,
On her forearms are scratches where his nails musta scraped her,
A drunken daze, a rapists phase'll come to haunt him later.

he looks at the decomposing body with a feeling of accomplishment.
somehow his sick and twisted mind alone must of thought of this.
he leaves the kitchen chuckling, wondering how to off the body.
"damn it!" he says, "that musta been one hell of a party"........

So he turns the lock to head out the front door,
Enough blood has been shed but now he's bout to shed more,
A bullet storm, a wall of cops, posted on the front lawn,
End his life like blackened nights in the forming of dawn,

now he is reincarnated as the splash god in the flesh,
comin in with the sk's and aks not shirts but they stayed on his chest

hoes wit no clothes,no rest,
i must confess,from the beginning this mess began with my first breath

no closed casket requiems but damn im so fresh,
equipped like 100 guns,im shootin when bitches on their knees more than nuns

He finally realize his dark soul's been awakened, a deep voice
In his mind tells him all souls is to be taken

He didn't fight it or deny it he simply just embraced it, started to believe
He was chosen to be the seed of satan

All he see is red he want everybody dead,

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its midnight waking up in the middle of the night
from night sweats he has to stay strapped with protection
he keeps recieving threating phone calls some bad people
after him not sure what to do beside him looking at his 22

fuck that he cant just look... the daym kids all touchy feely
then he gets a stuffy feelin... hes in a coffin and its fuckin scary
unloads a few into the top then kicks it off... now u gotta listen yall
hes shittin balls realizin hes missin heart.. no really its been lost
his face starts drippin off, theres dark figures around um like prison bars
hes screamin make these visions stop.. poof.. hes at the party drifting off