Don't you dare back out now
You don't gotta follow me
I can't make you go crazy
That I'm sendin to these kids
And then start slittin the wrists
I'll drink beer with mini-thins
Is my fault if when they're through vibin
They go out do speed, drink gin and begin drivin?
Are my rhymes so influential
It's like I'm holdin a pistol
And makin you do things that normal people find riskfull?
This man's got a mic and he's sprayin hate words around
They're just powerless words, not weapons, just sounds
People ask me all the time
Do you do the things you rhyme?
Do you really kill people?
Do you have a fucked up life?
And the first one depends
On what rhyme and what flow
I tend to only write about things that I know
And then smokin me some dope
Is it really that fuckin important
To make him go down the street
Run over his best friend Steve
Because I say these things
There's no way that I made him do it