Atmosphere - Lambslaughter lyrics

[Intro] (Sample) Oh that is one sorry a** motherf**er What do you say there bob? Guy like that make it, yes or no Uh-huh, uh-huh. I'll have to tell you that's precisely what I saw I mean sometimes I can just look at a guy And I know, this fellas not gonna make it There's no f**ing way, there's no f**ing way [Verse 1] Man f** this rap sh** I should go back to whorin' Letting it loose Spreading my juice Catching my portions Cause this lifestyle is justice done As f**ing your wife wild For the excitement of a buck With a torch and a crossbow I walk Through the corridors of hiphops castle Observing the personal battles I climb through with a blind mans additude My life is a mix tape and your stuck in a f**ing interlude Who the hell are you? You ressemble bait for the type of hatred that escaped From the center of hells lake Chained to two pillars, one attatched to each arm Ignore the voices til it's over and the devices keep calm This pain dates right past the hate cats honed Towards rap rock'n'roll soul and government control For as much as god loves me, because she loves ugly I'm still spittin it to see if that b**h will come and f** me