X'ed Up, the most 'dopest' thing since white crack,
I'll 'smoke' whiteys so bad I'll leave em light black,
You couldn't make crowds scream for your lives,
Not if your punk-ass gives the crowd free knives,
I once mailed an ear to a girl like Mr. Van Gogh,
Read "Bitch, I'll kill yo' freak, without a damn blow",
A month later I got a response from planet 'Mary',
Said she was a 'virgin' and says it ain't sanitary,
A week later I mailed her poor Barry's sliced wrist,
Letter read "next the man will not be able to piss",
Next thing I know Mary's at my door with a shotty,
Shoots me twice and sees Barry taking a lil potty,
The bitch opens the door and she just sees a boddy,
No arms, legs or dick just a fatass there rotting,
Kinda got carried away with storytelling and horrorcore a bit in the end. But it was good practice.
