(...Give a f**, n***a)
[Verse 1: In2ition]
[TO BE ADDED]
[Hook]
(I'm a f**ing nightmare: young, black and just don't give a f**)
(I just wanna get high and live it up)
(A nightmare: young, black and just don't give a f**)
(I just wanna get high)
(A white nightmare: young, black and just don't give a f**)
(I just wanna get high and live it up)
(A nightmare: young, black and just don't give a f**, n***a)
[Verse 2: The Etherealist]
I'm pulling scalps off; it's stitches for b**hes who run their mouths off
I pound who*es with dicks and fists; I'm a outlaw
Suffocate you in your a**hole: craft murders from metaphors
There's millions of years between us like the T-Rex and the stegosaurs
Inventing wars to mutilate your children
When the hydro-bomb drops, better escape the building
Catch a feeling in my presence and you headed for Heaven
Deaden your brethren in a second at a Seven-Eleven
Forget a weapon: I'm spitting a venom; a Armageddon
I deafen; I'm dropping bodies like The Great Depression
I'm f**ing bedding six-feet-deep and emcee in the area
I'm scarier than a f**ing rabid pit-bull terrier
Bury ya, sever ya, shred, disconnect ya, vivisect ya
You're f**ing with the dissector: better forget about Lecter
Ate so many pigs' families that the po-po shut the case off
You wanna role with my best, you better expect to cut your face off
(Try peeling off your face)
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[Verse 3: In2ition & (The Etherealist)]
If I ever had a daughter, I think I'd have to abort her
If she grew up to be a stunner, it'd be incestuous co*k slaughter
(Rock snorter; the hoarder of infectious block-walkers)
(I f** 'em with forceps; force 'em to s** in toilet water)
I'm not here to impress or transgress: I'm here to depress
Oppress, aggress, possess; protest my wickedness
(Sickness; children impaled on my picket fence)
(Compress your sket's flesh through a f**ing Play Doh press)
(You Legolas: I literally leave lesbians limbless)
Take photos of them undressed: use it as stimulus
(Instruments of violence; eyelids stapled open)
Permitting their silence, I bid them to motion
(These hoes getting the hose again unless the f**ing bucket holds the lotion)
They chose to pose as posers but soon their spines will be broken
(Lines of the c**aína; fevers for foetuses; cleavers in beaver's clits)
Practitioners of treason-ness; mind's as a hyena's is
Creators of hater's limp penises
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