[Verse 3] (Like this, like that, like this Like this, like that, like this) I'm the illest rapper to hold a cordless, patrolling corners Looking for hookers to punch in the mouth with a roll of quarters I'm meaner in action than Roscoe beating James Todd Sr And smackin' his back with vacuum cleaner attachments I grew up in a wild hood As a hazardous youth With a fucked up childhood That I used as an excuse And ain't shit changed I kept the same mindstate Since the third time that I failed 9th grade You probably think that I'm a negative person, don't be so sure of it I don't promote violence, I just encourage it I laugh at the sight of death As I fall down a cement flight of steps And land inside a bed of spider webs So throw caution to the wind You and a friend Can jump off of a bridge, and if you live, do it again Shit, why not? Blow your brain out I'm blowing mine out Fuck it, you only live once, you might as well die now