Welcomen 2 My Dead Life 1

[V1] Feds claim I've got 18 hun-hun stashed sum where They know but won't say where So yeah if the feds ever stop me 200 cash can get me locked up So just imagine what paydays been like 4 me Just imagine what it's like have'n the same mandated check hung over yer head like a dead weight & just imagine being reminded every so often that U either play the role U were given Or U could end up Hill Larry'd, Epstien'd or J-F-K'd & all U gotta do is find sum 1 with balls bigger than DOGE 2 open my file Just watch yer associations or U'll find out just how deep I've been buried Some say I was bodied B-4 I even caught my first attempted homicide & I say U all better just watch yer mouths When address'n the only disident barred from A-P from ever investe'n or receive'n any types of prosperities So respectively speak'n Go fuck yer selves with a fuck'n hot iron poker fellas (Brr-Brr! x5) [Hook x2] E-C-T'd at the meak-meger-tender age of 5! Felony rezidavist by age 7! & no where 2 run or Turn after-being S-A'd by the State! Now I'm disenfranchised 4 Life! So fuck all yer lives! If U won't take back what's left of whatever it is that U think U own, possess or have rights 2! Yer all more fuct than when they had me trapped within this flesh! So welcomen 2 my hell known as dead! [V2] Shit 2-B truthfully-honest when I get in 2 specifics Is when motherfuckers gets 2 talk'n the most shit like they actually know me How the systems operates Or just what & the fuck it took exactly to make me & who I am is of no consequences when I gets 2 read'n minds in check out lines Reminds me of when it was the times of doing lines & I could just sense that a guy was about 2 fuck me off But they just got the smoke from my pistol instead & on the grip I'm slicker then Emery Anderson & if & when there's a hope of a moment that these Twin asshole poles'll have spoke 4 me Just think about how my shots'll reflect the fraud Waste & Abuse that I was ultra M-K ultra'd with-wits of a half wit But still quicker than McGuyver tryna escape Which is where I'm mentally sit'n in a peaceful meditation of yer stationary plane sit'n on 1 of my middle fingers & spin'n As the other is clit tickling the trigger & make'n all U dance (Bang-Bang! x5) [Hook] [V3] & 4 those who believe this bix is sum how sum way worth fix'n or save'n Yer the type of people I suspect as being the great-grand children of the incubator babies Duped piss ants who couldn't think or have thunk up a single original thot It's a process that I wasn't given any sorts of access 2 either as a child or an out casted & blacklisted adult It isn't my fault I hit the red list B-4 U ever seen sum pink lips other than yer moms Reverse pussy sliders Who ride upon opium dreams of citizenship & would rather go down with the entire ship than just retiring that bix & I will retire all U sums of bixes If & whenever I first publicly touch a mic Then I'm drop'n it swap'n 4 my twin Laser glocken shit peel lagas (Bang-Bang! Brr-Brr! x5) [Hook]