Born Without Konscience - Mr. Shadow

West up mothafuckas, Mr. Shadow’s back up in this bitch

For that triple 6 1 triple 9 the beyond entertainment way

Now this album is dedikated to the mentally sick

But this track defines my state of mind

I was born with out a konscience I love violence

I bring the silence when my strap does the firen

I hear sirens and see the lights flashin

A major tradgedy the neighborhood attraction

I was born without no heart that a look at all my kharts

Every 51 50 status of the guilty

Filthy like my records I’m the sniper

Light the torch so I kan blow these bitches up as I ignite the

Flame, Jane Mary got’s me visualizin scary scenes

Me and my lady blowing up your hood with gasoline

Skream for your mother, kry for your father

Watch man slaughter while I burn your older brother

One after another kause I don’t give a mad fuck

Mutalate his mut and make him eat his doggy nuts

Guts being spilled as I unfold and reveal

Then those who try to test and up stiff under a hill

Now feel needle pokes penetrating in your arteries

Your eyes are getting watery, I like to torture wanna be’s

All of these fake mothafuckas here in front of me

Ought be lynched and krusified in front of their families

As I’m mashing, head bashing all these petty minded fools

I got 3 tools now which one should I use

I have a switch blade for the bitch made

A grenade for the krusade and a 38 snub when I envade

I’m making kritical not even fuckin miracles

Kould stop the lyrical from getting physical

I’m known to be a kriminal

You better run for your life or be the next one

To feel the burnin tefflon your fools be having their vests on

Your get your rest with the rest of all these skeletons

Never open doors if you don’t know what room you’re enterin

Renderin your limbs fuck konfessin all your sins

If you did it don’t admit it fuck the systems it’s biz

Is it anger towards the streets that make me put one in the chamber

Judges say that I’m insane so now you know your life’s in danger

Every night I’m on the prowl, huntin for that Owl

When I spot him I’ma slap my fuckin name out of his mouth

As I read the bible backwards kasting shadows on these bastards

Wait, who be the master of disaster when I blast em

It is I, from that westside 619

Where mothafuckas take acid and splash it in your eye

Don’t kry, tie the rope around your neck and shut the fuck up

Alot of people say you shit your pants when Shadow walked up

You heard it through the grape vine, my state of mind

Was at it’s peak I shot the kamel fuck the klutch and Iron Sheik

As I speak you’re gettin weak, I’m like a tweaker on a kome down

While you klaim my hood you get no respect in Woptown

Now bow down it’s a show down

As a koward you’re gettin beat down

On the mic or on the streets I’m stopin your mouth with metal kleets

Bloody sheets kover your korpse as the mortican goes to work now

Some how that Owl has to feel some fuckin pain now

Show em how it’s done as I inhalen propane

Watch me and my women skrew the mentely insane

(Speakin)

51 50 skitsophrantic dangerous maniac

Is what the doctors and judges labled me

Now sit back get high

And peep out the way of the krazy

And that’s krazy with a K partner

First get that shit straight

And then look in the mirror

And ask yourself if you were born without a konscience

And if you were then bring the drama to your enemies

Turn them all into memories

Smoke marijuana and laugh as you witness

Them take their last breath

Then death arrives when coriner services are needed

Ha Ha Ha Ha I was born without a konscience

Kan you mothafuckas blame me