Intenzoo - Workingonmyflow lyrics

[Verse 1: Wrist Lord] She got a make up stained face, I got a pretty stained brain Something was out of place, our mentals cracked So we clicked, we connect, yes, both desire space For real, get the f** up out my face You can get a taste of my poison Lyrical bang, got a cynical gang But we're beautiful mane, spit new biblical sayings Blessings of the slain, my crew always in pain Take it out on Mary Jane Hold up, you can get what I'm saying I burn that b**h, no burner on my hip Potion to my lips, gonna get lit, gotta sip to trip Different dimensions sent me gifts All these raps are Heavensent And you get the best of it Check this sh**, I'm wrecking it, all about my penmanship I'm ahead of the horseman, an orphan for abortion Caution The arson stemmed from my songs is not really an option Take your songs and toss them, f**ing deadly concoctions I'm rotten Drink this from my cauldron, it solves problems By Autumn you'll be in a coffin, not playing possum Lack knowledge, posse trample like oxen Gonna leave your blood pouring like a faucet Should of listened to the prophet, once felt demonic Turns out religion is toxic, or perhaps I'm psychotic f** it, as long as I end up symbolic