Manslaughter
Manslaughter
Manslaughter
Code name 
E D, check on the one, two, three
Black male hard 
MCRap record slave, a brother on the scene
With a machine gun and one magazine
Wanted, a half a million for the body alone
Two million for the microphone
If you see him, dial five dash slayer
A hot line to the governor and mayor
He's armed with ammo, a weapon that's mine
All black in rap, strap tech nine
Silencer clipped, check the rip on the sneak tip
The boy's about ta flip
Manslaughter
Manslaughter
They call him manslaughter
Manslaughter
Code name 
MD, rappin' fanatic, rappin' fanatic
No short taken, black 
AsiaticHit man, keeps my belt unbuckled
Book a look on my grill with no signs of a chuckle
Or laughter, 'cause my name ain't 
Casper the 
Friendly Ghost
But I smoke an 
MC if I have to
Quick fast like 
Alakazoo, 
AlakazamAnd 
I'll be damned, 'cause my rhymes slam like 
Bam BamRubble, partner code name is 
E DoubleIt's those hazel green eyes that keep my man in trouble
Girls ride the tip, brothers on his sac
I had to change my name to 
Bruce Wayne also known as 
BatmanAnd grab the bozack with this hand
As I slay ya manslaughter
Manslaughter
They call him manslaughter
Manslaughter
Mad man fully strapped and 
I quote“Don't flex, last chump who did, he got smoked”
Undercover, not 
D T but E 
DAnd wonder why you're spinning my records on thirty three
I'm the original, never did crime, 
I'm no criminal
No static, pack a forty five automatic
Black cat strapped in rap, holding my 
JohnsonWalking the streets, a vigilante 
Charles Bronson
As the beat kick, face his plate on the 
M1 doneStyle's sharper than the blade in 
ShogunFirst suckers disrupt the brain of a sucker 
MCThat can't count one, two, three
I manage to damage, 
I roast the whole membrane insane
Like a base head doing cocaine
I kill a farmer plus his daughter'
Cause I'm the 
E Double and this is manslaughter
They call us manslaughter
They call it manslaughter
Manslaughter
As I stare deep into the mirror, 
I could only resort
To a hardcore gangsta, penile train of thought
You're stomped out, you're beat down, you go big top shit
Run your trunk jewels or get pistol whipped'
Cause I'm too swift to slip or miss a stitch on my rap hit
Sleep on a sucker and you still can't get with
Me bro, with this flow and 
I don't know 
JudoGun flow is my style, say this so that you know
There's no time to dance or romance with a nuisance
Play ya like a puppet to put some lead in ya pants
Then off you go to the rap rat pack
Be stripped of your mic, punk on your head we stamped bozack
That's what the doctor ordered
Take two of these, dead, manslaughter
They call it manslaughter
They call it manslaughter
Manslaughter
To the farmer and his daughter
Manslaughter