Dead Poet - Desperado lyrics

[Verse 1: Dead Poet] I'm a desperado searching desperately with desperation Lurking the earth surface, emerging the deification I sit down, smoke a blunt, have a personal revelation then write a verse that's worse than the breath of Satan You open up your mouth and the curve is the destination Got the f**ing paramedics disturbed with the separation Now your respiration needs surgical restoration Either pursue the judge or get murked with no hesitation I walk the harsh road without a stepping stone in it That's why I prefer who*es in the methadone clinics She said she never met a man more mystic minded 20 minutes later, we were 69ing Have you ever seen a girl go head over heels down a f**ing flight of steps till her head go in pills? My punch lines hit harder than the Russian in Rocky You better pray to god that your topic of discussion is not me [Hook: Dead Poet] We're fire breathing dragons who got fed thru of doors When d**h comes a knocking, better dead bolt yours Got swept off your feet by a headless horse Now your knight in shining armor beat your head full force Skeletons in your closet and your dresser drawers will determinate the direction your destine towards Place judgement on demons and neglected who*es Take a look in the mirror and the reflection's yours [Wildcard:] Knock knock [Dead Poet:] Who's there? [Verse 2: Wildcard] Wildcard, top notch Making love to music, sound, getting my rocks off And if they try to co*k-block I'll tear their whole tops off Make your body look like a convertible drop top Hydraulics, call it what you want, I can't stop Drop these lyrics mixed with spirits, people punching their stop watch We ain't dead yet, f** and open that lock box I'm shooting at the ground to make you pussies play hopscotch How you come through, it's like a cyanide hotbox Dangerous like making methamphetamine drop offs The evil little tweakers as they creepin, so deceitful Bullets hit your chest, make you do that permanent pop lock Get knocked off the planet soon, watch how we ran for you Even mommy tripping on the way as they abandon you It's what the damage do and damage do worse than a rapist running loose in your house without a panic room [Hook: Dead Poet] We're fire breathing dragons who got fed thru of doors When d**h comes a knocking, better dead bolt yours Got swept off your feet by a headless horse Now your knight in shining armor beat your head full force Skeletons in your closet and your dresser drawers will determinate the direction your destine towards Place judgement on demons and neglected who*es Take a look in the mirror and the reflection's yours [Wildcard:] I devour acid like sour patch kids and I try to f** Rapunzle as the tower crashes [Dead Poet:] I sock a motherf**er till the coward backflips Pillow talking to a b**h with some hourgla** hips [Wildcard:] Bout to shower them lips with the cum Steady gushing as the vaginal secretions are soaking the sofa cushions [Dead Poet:] Getting head from your girl, I'm blowing on purple kush Got her gagging on my dick while her make up just turn to mush [Wildcard:] Her mascara running mixed with a lil lip liner Should've listened when they told you “never pick up hitchhikers” [Dead Poet:] Now you lying in a grave in a corner of a forest You ain't gorgeous anymore honey, them holes are enormous [Wildcard:] Yeah just like a hooker after I f**ed her Coming out the water looking like lightning struck her [Dead Poet:] Yeah, my b**h a wicked witch, she get nervous in the rain But there ain't no hurting Poet, I'm impervious to pain [Wildcard:] Once the syrup hits my veins and I circle down the drain Slam the door up on the devil and close the curtains on this game [Dead Poet:] You put a hole in your neck that won't let you save breath We here now, f**ers, you can exit stage left [Wildcard:] When a Libra, a vicious Sagittarius twist the rhymes get dirty like p**y with ovarian cysts [Dead Poet:] Yo, your flow imaginary dog, it barely exist Like 5% are married to an Aryan b**h [Wildcard:] Do not get it twisted or believe I hate women Just skeezy hood rats that reek of snake venom [Dead Poet:] I'm big enough to hang my f**in coat from a pyramid Now leaving you looking like your throats on its period [Wildcard:] Our fathers were both criminals, we do as we're taught It'll leave your favorite rapper on suicide watch [Dead Poet:] Now pay attention to the picture that the boombox paints Because we're coming through like the f**ing Boondocks Saints [Hook: Dead Poet] We're fire breathing dragons who got fed thru of doors When d**h comes a knocking, better dead bolt yours Got swept off your feet by a headless horse Now your knight in shining armor beat your head full force Skeletons in your closet and your dresser drawers will determinate the direction your destine towards Place judgement on demons and neglected who*es Take a look in the mirror and the reflection's yours