Doom - Ballskin lyrics

The flow is towin' precision as a Afro trim All big letters but it isn't no acronym Smack the thin grin off the chin for crack smokin' DDT the first bar, leave the track back broken Chrome grown men doing business with Anglo-Saxon 'em Lacking swing but that banjo's so relaxing as the wax spin Hacking axes in the wind, pretend it's just a pen See if you can pencil 'em in Tense, met your men on a fenced in, sensed this is tense The wheels fall off then it's the end Don't get keelhauled in villain always been Feel real genuine ballskin Not to call the whole crowd out There's just a few chumps And you know who you are like a shout out Place them in your loud mouth and taste them like a pastry Waste of space, face hastily, bow out gracefully Disappear, reappear and disappear again Villain knot his hair he's no Afro-American If that's the case he be a bald headed African Takin' all the credit and jetted astro-travellin' Turn a man into a mannequin for Affleckin' And bein' tough actin', tin actin', bluff jacking He wears a mask so when you dodge his face Each and every race could absorb the ba** In a place to be, don't believe the hyperbole It's like a murder spree get sniped verbally And beat in the head with lead pipe languages For street cred leave 'em for dead and angro-snitch The slanks suggest it was the guy in the gla**es Who came to help the people with they minds in they a**es And sent trippin' get a grip like Spalding These walls is thin feel genuine ballskin