DZK - Sickle & Hammer lyrics

DZK - Sickle & Hammer Yo, I'm a fascist...hello dog, my banner draggin', Red Flag, Yellow Sickle, 'cross hammer clashing Mellow as some rapids, fella, you get yo' a** kicked Develop, the baddest lines like hella traffic Minds telepathic, I'm in cellars rappin' I dwell in blackness, in, Helen Keller fashion Those with, over-zealous actions, fell in ashes Choking spastic like heavy smoking gra** hits Throat fulla tablets, most of ya know my habits Dosage max is nowhere close to average I swallow bottles like a fully-opened trash-bag Speed-in-me like a throttle to the a**-crack Beat your head-in, d**h to my enemies You're on your last leg, I'm a freaking centipede Move with the crude energy of Bruce Lee Soon illusion's confuse you - when you see Movement... my Kung Fu kick through trees My foot spike's sting and stick to meat Switch stances, to the limp-handed mantis Wrist slanted, slap any man advancing Like a b*** standing spun high, defy-gravity Battle me at sun-rise... The Ninja Academy... Dagger to dagger, stab or be stabbed, you see I'm mad and that's why you lose your bladder, think Back to your past as your life is flashing Right, before your eyes where my knife was slashing Blinded, you wait silent, for the final d**h-blow But I escape by climbing, your sight left broke I'm ruthless, leave men crippled, stupid Useless, bleeding, toothless, pissing, puking Losing fluids, smash em, black and blue and Drag 'em, bruised and battered through the challenge, shoot em Like rabid dog's when I'm through with em Which one of you would argue with an armed intruder? The gruesome mutant, I'm scarred from combat That's why I rock dog tags and a long dark mask The aftermath of my wrath is: detatched Arms, plasma splashed, hearts squashed flat Organs torn from the thorax, bones black Roasted in the glow of the savage flow spat Listen f*g -- the only time I ever "hold back" Is when I punch a hole through your chest and grab at Your spine and slide it through your flesh and laugh As you cry and beg for the after-life, pretty sad If you ask Mr. Jackson, your sh** is wack Like every P. Diddy act since Biggie pa**ed Diggity dag, i'm sickity-sick of these figgity-f*g's Iddy bitty - sickening wiggidy-wack, iggity-a** rickity-rap's Gimme it back, I ain't kriggity-Kross, diggity-dog.... But I'm that miggity, miggity, miggity "Mack" diggity, diggity, diggity "Dad" Listen to that sh** , I'm saying I'm your father, son What is that a mac-10? [psssh] get a larger gun Madness, I walk with a rocket launcher On my back, attached to a strong harness, watch it Launch in.... 3... 2.. 1... From the second you start sh** , I'll leave you in parts, kid