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Murder Gloves for Cartoons

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[1st Verse]

Never--have I ever felt fever like this one before. I sweat no more, feels likes I over stretched each pore. Elastic-Man, stretch each hand, pull out a bag of rubber bands as I wad my cash. I robbed his ass. Call me Usain Bolt as I make a dash. Gone in a flash I strike through a park. Never can they see me, man--well after dark. Infrared, magnifies the heat from the head--heat from the lead, positioned deep inside his fleshy wounds. To clean up all that blood it's going to take a million brooms! A million dooms upon my head. Finally home! But who can go to bed? Hmm? Not tired. Feeling sick and wired: what the f*ck inspired me to sink so low? Been sober twenty years and can't blame it on the blow! But don't you know? Sure as shit! Came right to when I took a sip. Ice cold water hit my lips--burns and stings inside of it--burns and stings inside of it. 

Uh!

[Verse 2]

And I'm goosed, I'm gassed from years up late. Gloves went on when I killed one date. I'm filled with love. I'm filled with hate. Murder Gloves - high murder rates. In 50 states they want these drugs. Dboy life gotta keep it plugged, so dance with me me. Dance with me...and I'm a maniac, partly deaf. So many warnings but I hear no ref. And I'm sick of rules partly deaf. F*ck this game! Chutes and ladders: climb and fall again? Roll that dice and try to pass a friend - first on top, first one wins.

[Chorus]

Damn I miss them days of dancing, feeling good about them times. Now I work a hustle getting pussy all time. Murder Gloves...I wish I was Bboy. NOW I ROCK DDDD BOY.

[Verse 3]

And you know it well, they just won't quit. Police come, but they don't find shit. So step on up if you wanna get cracked--Louisville with a baseball bat. SPLAT! And you hear that sound? Pumpkin brains just hit the ground. And the only sound that guy last hear was an obscene word as I flipped the bird. And I don't smoke herd but damn I used too. And when I did, I smoked a lid, forgot about the kid that Billy Jean left with me. Man, that bitch was obsessed with me. I THINK SHE INFECTED ME (repeat).

[Chorus]

I think she infected me.

[Verse 3]

Cause the feds rushed in. Call the Calvary. Two punk ass pigs couldn't handle me. Murder Gloves for Cartoons, bitch! Man that's my motherfuckin' handle, G. UH!! Watch my bullet-shells tap dance. Hit em' with the fully auto, slugs they can break dance. Popping out they chest like a cork out a bottle. Murder Gloves for Cartoons pulled the trigger till they wobbled.

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