Drexx the Moon God - Venture lyrics

I piss my name in the snow when i spit it Yuck mouth simpleton i be the n***a Ran in the factory shooting, f** the money we looting On my Vladimir Putin I hit escape with the cruising I see my face in the oozes Regurgetate all my boozes Grind like 50 to feeble The feeble minded are fake Spend yo paper on that plastic ill sustain with the cake Cause while yo dick between her a**ets Ill call train for the brakes, load that bacon and any cheese you had made till today Im in this race and you mistaken if you rats get away f** you , im shooting at ya crowd with these cupid bow and arrows gouged marrow So never count me out inadequate mathmatician Visionary but pal i can see you without the vision Get cross with em like religion Get crossing em like they pigeon toed Juke left twice go right then decapitate him gold soul vision but my mind is vacant On a velociraptor triple seven tatted like im anti satan Still envision what the f** you saying when you speak to tsukiyomi Tsuki no kami godly jikangani for you homie Ill break the tie for you homie Put credit on my card or i swear to f**ing god its homicide for you homies I swift divy up cronies Underestimate and quick live it up lonely Mindset automatic automation procreation stems from the imagination limitations soul wonda been created Boy this sh** so fascinating Nippon life is motivation Triple seven like its vegas And dont glance wrong i ain't pa** committing murders Fire herder b**h i spit some sh** that turn ya cow to burger And i ain't even hungry Unless its for the yen then you bet i got the munchies So fascinated, that im still procrastinating Rapist still hara**ing babies, f** it tho im glad i made it Peeped my head through the do' Bout to creep in Taking heads and the dough in that sequence n***a Jump when i see fence n***a Stone when that defence hit em Bones we can break em later Now stack the bodies up Shimmy through the storm when them boys pull them tommy guns We be from that forest gump Out the mud into the swamptacular environment Tired right from the tire spin Mind what you speaking to sire I got this breath full of fire Wits is sharp as jiraiya And i ain't stupid with currency, cash, money Ive currently had plenty Was taught how to stash bennies And bill gates with the pennies I still hate this trecherous life that we live Almost out the streets but to me im in love with the feel Hurling them knucks for the k** Dont think lowly of the life form You can't sense my right arm Pipe dreams dreamed to a pipe bomb f** it Came quiet now im here to cause ruckus I threw the ball watch it land in the bucket pa** me the duckets n***a