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Artist: The Godfathers (Kool G Rap & Necro)
Album:  Once Upon a Crime
Song:   The Pain
Typed by: Matt Jost (w/ help from liner notes)

[ VERSE 1: Necro ]
Dead your central nervous system, good luck on your heart rebooting
I'm real good at trouble shooting, when there's trouble I start - shooting
Attack you, cause hatred's second nature to me
Give me a table, before I smack you, - maitre d'
Confrontations, knife up your ass, constipation
Fuck the constitution, there's death in your constellation
I do lots of conditioning, but not to make my head glow
More to condition myself to scalp you with a stiletto
I can't help but be ghetto, the first ghetto was Venice
Italy, jews were literally considered a menace
You not a live street king, you'll need anesthetics
You can't survive the beatings
Medics, they'll try to revive you like Creedence
In the precinct, giving my prints, got a speedy offense
Beat you into obedience, some of my best ingredients
Check the latest media since
Made someone bleed on the street
They don't breed 'em like this
Anymore, cops ask, I plead the fifth
Rock a mask, catch you graveyard shift
Don't behave hard, if you ain't bravehearted, you'll end up in a grave, hard stiff
Your wife in White Slavery Part 6, in some Albanian's apartment
Soon to be sold to an Iranian who's guarded
I started thuggin as a mugger, purse snatcher
My first batch of loot
Streets are foul like the crotch of a prostitute
Trial and error, trial by fire, vile pleasure
On trial for murder for having a vile desire for terror
The style of a pallbearer, a Tom Araya for hire
Do this for Meyer, praising those that blaze a trail required
My head's an anvil, used to leave a man killed
Headbutt 'em, smash 'em, cut 'em, trampled in a landfill

[ VERSE 2: Kool G Rap ]
I'm an insanity asylum mind on shock treatment
Doctors can't reach him
Both level meter needles that measure the wattage peaking
I'm in need of sedation
Ankle and wrist restraints leavin abrasions
Medicated, he indeed is a patient
Speed of a speed racing demon, the seed of a Jason
Driver seat up in the V, your freak's seat is adjacent
Hazardous habit of grabbin the ratchet
Put white maggots in faggots
And stab until they staggerin backwards
Peep cash, get heat rash, tryin to ration my rackets
Fanatic for karats but this ravenous rabbit is rabid
Psychopath, bad path for a raft in the rapids
Basket case, Norman Bates face, bastard is bat shit
Rubber-room type, rub a goon with straps on his jacket
Off that Creedmoor mental ward floor
Take a state test for the mental, get tennis board scores
Sandwich short of a picnic, loose nut in the district
Nitwits see food here, get fed with this biscuit - click-click