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ERIC KING lyrics : "The Autobiography Of Killa E"

it's like these mau$#&@as forgot
uh
The Return

of Killa
E
The God


Little seeds torn grow horns dream to start
Killa E born on the 17th of March

The metaphor warlord morphs into queens of hearts
then creates teens for target practice rappers
are boards for darts I'm so bored I'm doing back flips

just a 3 year old !@$( who mastered the g code
hear no, see no, speak no evil disasters strapped to my
last kiss, kiss of death death wish to every kid left (*##$

I am the mother$#&@ing lucky number 7 with a lucky number 7
reppin the reaper and reaping what I sole when I sold my soul
to jeapers creepers E features as a 9 year old I think

that was the year 9/11 happened which means I was destined
to crash in America's terrorization organization pentagon
elevator bombs delegated hater alligator face calms

a logo on your shirt evil sport or hope for a school of dopes
who smoke weed to fit it now how can E fit in when he's
psp3 and y'all playing tetras aybody connected never talk

to they mom's yet they got parental guidance from the Internet %#@!
and they try to censor my %#@! when the censorship is
is to try to lift the censors and chains from your neck kid

I'm trying to free my classmates at a psychopath rate
as a psychopath rapes and kills I create the thrill I hated
elementary for the students, principles and teachers

evidently as a teen reclusive for the principle of cheerleaders
and jocks who suck enough @@#! to feel the either big dicks
who talk %#@! @@#! block on their knees and suck off the hole

of the student body, body blows the student body are the people
if you didn't know when they grow up they'll do the same
as well as their offspring it's all a mirage until the marriage

of your thoughts produce offspring I'm off so I spring in orange
the color of Vonage c'mon I gotta be a little off or allot of talk
with a hint of insanity just to feel any emotion remote control

your vanity you people make me sick yet you pay my bills
it's a relationship relay race not far off from slavery mental
physical !@#^ytical individuals saving me I got to admit the

hesitation is plaguing me whatever it takes to make you see
this whole time we've been in Jr high let's move into high school
where I rule die fools it's 9th grade the knight raid must have

been 14 when the war screams and I'm torn just like I said
at the start race on your mark the little bit of friends I did make
before the freshman mark lessened hard your first lesson never

trust a section of invisible individuals outlined in chalk
marked for death eventually meth amphetamine settling in your
heading screen a head of dreams hemorrhaging dream works imagine

E's team the birth of epidemics formerly known as the %#@!lomats
we were just having fun no disrespect to the craft of rap or
the diplomats 3 years later I'm the general generally speaking

how sick is that? gotta wake up in the am and create a,m
that's abstract mind 3 years later olympic stad-i-um sorry
if I gotta look past Cali not to mention my virginity lost

a secret for me, myself and my visions the epitome of a boss
I foresee the four seasons E and 4 bad (*##$es leading me straight
to the top a spot reserved for the greedy never the needy

never asked for hand outs mama your boy a man now god damn
I'm the dam God and how? and one and what, what the $#&@ can
you possibly tell me now I made the impossible feel like

the optimal as the easiest obvious optimise prime in his prime
optimistic outlook on life cause I've taken every left turn
and ended up right I'm always right so I'll end up with 2 daughters

like my hero Kobe my flow is 2 slaughter $$#assin on the mic
and in life I'm 2pac, B.I.G. Big L No ID Juelz Scarface Andre
Nasty Nas Kanye Lupe Dre Day Eminem and Jay all rolled into one J

hey didn't I say slaughter
don't make me replay
don't make me replay

don't make me replay the marker
I created my self without a father a man's man boy without fear
drew a tear just to taste the water, I'm done with this %#@!

no disrespect but what the $#&@ did anyone ever go harder than this?

did anyone ever go HARDER THAN THIS?

MOTHER!#@*ER I'M THE GOD OF THIS RAP !#@(!!!

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