Omen, The - MPD lyrics

Ayo self, what a web we've weaved. What a magnificent scene Spare my flaws and my misfortunes through the seeds that I breed Top speeds while burning rubber off the greenest of green k**ing beats with ease and feasting with insatiable greed Feed my hunger motherf**er I be banging on these tables Diamond cut all my conceptions so you n***as get my angles I am tangled in my dreams breathing heavy cause they chasing me Laughing as I pa** them cause no n***a is adjacent to me (sh** except me) You f**ing right we're bout to make a scene I'm so prophetic, made realities from all my make believes Face it b, I'm ill as f**. I think it's time to cut a rug With a clusterf**, of angry, skater kids who just don't give a (Shhh!) Chill Omen, Let me get em hit em where they brain is stationed Leave em in the hospital that'll teach em some patience/patients bet you tired of waiting Tired of n***as hating when you blatantly never missing the mark when it comes to making this paper. I agree wholeheartedly pardon me as I grace the pavement Hard to fathom this time last year, I was home masturbating. (Chill self) Why Omen? I'm just keeping it funky It don't matter cause right now, like, all of these women want me I ain't bluffing never cuffing so f** it it's grimey season It be's obs**xed gang until a n***a stop breathing believe it Diseased in my speech I'm a demon Anemics, Bulimics alike get to seizing when I speak Jesus Omen you just tryna freeze hell over Your writings kinda sadistic can you feel it getting colder? Boy I'll tell you all this writing on the wall in Pig's Blood Is gonna take some long explaining and an hour long scrub to dispose of Oh f** put that razor down. Quiet f*ggot I will k** you if you dare to make a sound You're insane! (So are you) But you're me? (and I am you) Call the Doctors tell em they let this n***a Omen on the Loose (Omen) Pictured fixtures from different scriptures religious texts Bathing in dead seas preserving my innocence I recollect on Past tense And my fraternal absence chilling zoning in incense filled rooms sipping absinthe The Glock is loaded Prescriptions empty the knifes corroded The door is locked the d**h notes you bet I wrote it Think abou-- Ehhh thought about it i'm Bout it i'm bout to be out this b**h I got a few more throats to slit.Tell that Pit to stop it's barking fore I put two in its noggin & bless you with a kitchen floor full of dog Knowledge Call the Labels tell them I am psychologically unstable and ask Since I'm a murderer is that deal still on the table? Cause it better be Allegedly they don't sign schizophrenics so when I played this sh** for def jam They Damn near went in a panic They said that you needed therapy you scared the VP of marketing an intern sh** himself Dude it was Anarchy. (Aright what about Universal?) They said you weren't commercial enough. Listen to this sh** could you even call my bluff? Not really what did Epic Say? Same f**ing thing you know they ain't gon' sign a n***a 'less it's the same f**ing thing Same f**ing concepts about the same ol weed, same swag, same b**hes, same damn skinny jeans. Well f** it! Me & The Ape are about to rape the game for what it's worth k** all our competition guide em straight into a hearse Its been a year and we already got the world amused Obs**xed got all kinda views like google street maps do The Game is food ans me and Suave about to eat so all you f*ggot a** rappers ain't sh** but fresh.. meat