Yo
Gather around children, it's story time
f** it, no time for it
I knock throats and tie organs
My goons aiming at you
With more different size metal tools than a back of a pipe-organ
I'll fight for this
You high, if not it's pride, it ain't worth trading your life for it
If we battled on a rooftop handcuffed to each other
We'd both lose, I'd dive off it
I hope you cop my CD to do a line off it
Yellow tape, blue barrels, sirens and feds
Get back, watch these heads crack
f** all these bloggers and web raps
I'll slit his throat and Pez his head back
I'm fired up like the Pentagons west branch
Tie him up, hang him from his neck fat
Like a lion's cub
Iron bust, blew his head up like a Mets cap
I'm a perv, she twerked, I get that
Your sket can s** my Sabret til she strep gag
And spit it back in her friend's stretched a**
I look like every radical m**m ?? ??
That would off themself in the end, before the feds can
I got a cult
We camped armed, outside with more cans, than a can food aisle
Visually impaired, I go ham and wild
Sociopathic, manic herence, incoherent style
I'll burn him alive like Salem trials
Heath Ledger his mouth
Razors edge up, tear a smile
I'm at hemp festivals on DMT scared
Asking to spare a vile
Everybody relax, eat your snacks
I gotta get some sh** off
You posers want props
I'll axe these axe
And cut wigs off
Pose their bodies, and prop their heads in a mix board
Get it, head is twitchin'
Like mustard gas effects on Cambodian villages after six tours
Chainsaw rip chord, I'll Gainesville rip yours
I'm k**ing people to get off
I'm not trying to get daps, or make a hit song
I'm a machine, punches hit like a city bus hitting a brick wall
They'll need morter and soldering irons to fix jaws
Medication, my scripts lost
I sound wicked like hammers banging a flip cross