Bronze Nazareth - The Bronzeman lyrics

(Bronze Nazareth) Yo, yo, f** a diamond, I used to only hit a pitch off one On home plates, we ball of the base, hit it and run Body heavy metal, bet I only travel on frowning horses Inhale the forest, fled the house of a thousand corpses Housing my name in your mouth, will get you John Booth'ed I let myself out of my jail, cuz I'm the truth Eyes shimmer like rivers and broken bottles of Smirnoff Successions of sounds splash from windows, spilling off Steel emboss my logo cause d**h or mogul's calls Skin clinks like 18 Bronzemen in the halls The seeds of my cold blood travel through deep veins Grew up with no hands, arms were spike ball & chain The hills have eyes, they saw me escape the odds Keep my blowgun shirt or your back until you die Voice squirt cyanide, crack open a winter sky For cash, I need a ski mask and a Rambo knife Hydro clouds, looks out, watch the city rumble From a million hunger pains, and those bees that bumble I'm filled with screams that I can never let slip They say a poet and madman we all have a bit And f** ya videos, I only watch channels, not the mainstream My sheath holds cannisters and manuals of daydreams Brita water, filter slaughter, chop the broccoli sloppy My habit's insane performing an audio-topsy Cotton grown, testosterone, got glocks for bones Drink a marsh of H20, think harsh darts and throw Maybe blow, poison tips, razor tits Sour as lemon sticks, my fetish is wet p**y With splatter patterns, I'm dark like Rosa Park murders on the camera lanterns Sharp as a thorn on a rose from your ex-wife Sly as a sleuth for the slipknot on your windpipe Lynch mic-stands, I got a weather-vein mind bend Laugh is like rubies and dances on the vile winds I live probably like the Mothman prophecy Ferment like winery,Iliad be my Oddssey We puff crimson and drink marble from lead pipes Run for daylight like Payton from jakes on grey nights When the blocks hot, I stand with my heart frozen Clap like a thousand books closing And pop loud as a thousand rosaries broken Rode gold wind, into silver clouds of Sativa Word to Solomon, love Shiba down to her amoeba (k**a Sin) Yo, yo, who in the world could spit it like me Unlikely, sheisty for that mic piece My Clan keep no white sheets, wife beaters & Nike sneaks Skeetin' divas who treat us like, Black Jesus and feed us Tahitian cleavage, with features that Keep 'em beating they penis, we terror predator veterans Trend setters who better when, under pressure Cuz better lines, prime timers like Letterman Dead ya shine in a second, yeah, I'm a Con and that Edison Say you sick with the rhymes, well then I'mma vomit the medicine Bomb atomic like Deck over beats that Impeach the President Save the beef for you freaks, it ain't nothing sweet, and ain't never been If you keep it at peace, we won't have to level your residence Better to chill, n***a, take a breather, let it settle in Need the speed of the cheetah, with feet as a big as an elephants Ammo like John Rambo, to stand a chance in my element Handle hammers with elegance, damage the camera's evidence Ammo that dismantle limbs, where you stand is irrelevant