Louie Black - Certified Murderer lyrics

[Verse 1] Whacker kids with they simplistic motherf**ing adjectives While I'm talking with immaculate verbs Hit you nerd, drink the daniel Scrape the brain, make your mental be my mantelpiece Can't hurry like a zombiefeast or a mouthcrease of evil dead Evil red when I cut you make you drip the sedative f** ya muthaf**a, here's a tip, die from the f**ing facial split Lurking when I'm writing bars Siphoning and sipping down gasoline from cars Taking smokes afterward, tongue explode straight to mars Hit the pad, never stopping, f** a period Nifty pen, f** erasing, ratchet slash you like a million Tap the demi, b**h better swallow after making semi's Making chemis with my test tubes Lab coat like a gas mask Just for terror sake smack you with a oxy tank Cutting flour in the kitchen, making cookies with the crack I'm a wiseguy, face full of f**ed up anologys for drivebys Crooked eye and teeth with a big physique Little mental in my mind, so f**ing unique Breaching bail-outs, tripping black wires in the jungle just for fun Turn us back to cavemen, fire boom, we call humongous single cell life A prison type I forgot my parachute, but that's okay I'm a human calculator, vocally I'm worse than Vader But these cigarettes are fading past All the smoke is fading fast Attack you with military ready few complete pieces of the magic staff Third eyes within our existential minds Yo f** knowledge I stay solid writing rhymes f** bars of verse, I write life lines [Hook] I'm a certified murderer Mental patient been observing ya Face to the curb type of lurker Take a beat, make a metronome f** your weapon take your body home And store my empty shells in dome Make a bird with ya hollow bones I'm a certified murderer [Verse 2] Getting pissy when I'm spitting with you But little c*nt got a locker too Put you in a bodybag, seal it up like what the f** a club do Tear you up with the noose, crushing bone structure when I null your crew My lunchbox make a f**ing ruckus Popping souls like pills on my lunchtime Penny dozen when I cut you with the f**ing dull rhymes Dummy rushing with his pistol pumping I got flesh in my nest of baddies Swallow blood when I take you down, 10 miles with a f**ing semi I'm a god when it's comes to getting heads to nod or bob back and forth I'm of course double evil devils in a monkey suit But I could make you holy when it comes to holding heaters I'm the priest of the pistol pop you like a pimple if you meeker Get to creeping, like to be high? I send you back to Heaven, you could could see the God you called might Eyes punctured on the severed head, strung up with my f**ing mic Big beat with a bada** guinea talking tough But you could still hide the drum pattern Sample chopped, sliced and cut the f** up Behind my left nut, and venus on the right one Big balls from this old soul Mind where every monster gathers and they call roll Writer when I talk to both Ladies and gentlemen Meet the solo element The elegent Blood on my teeth just means that I'm benevolent Justice? k**ing every nuisance and fella ever f** with him Every devil k** 11, God only k** 10