Pray tell me is or ain't that face paint Do you raw or do you race trace If you take to take to takemake That there's grave And snake's you're namesake... There's no cops creeping in the jungle of bite And all things blues thief in the night Is you is or is you ain't bright light... Can you be trusted to shame and honour load prose Or do you need to get named no And thrown back to the cold that came before Unamieded tourists in their painted forests Who take to take to who*e it N poorly absorb this Here's a theifing man's grave A sampletimething A sisyphus deal zeal for meals And heart fangs Not the swallow of hollow quotes From cut-throats on strings So do you bright to k** light when you bang... So keep your teeth of our mark We forget to eat for our art Rawheat to the part No sheath on the heart Sleeping like sharks Despiteing the dark Where did it start And in the end it's a spark In the clear and severe ear Of a peer spearing its fears A 100 years from here Chilled and tears to hear His sheer and near fall is steered So do you k** to just Well the ill Empty out and refill the pill With your will Or you b**h to bill f** a bill, burn a bill, hell on Earth a bill Curse a bill, cut a bill, hurt a bill Gut a bill, what a bill, can't pill Is the will ill still spill k** This goes to those Overfroze hearted hoes with a Golden voice and bum nothing To their words but poor choice This goes hoist like Skull and crossed bones Before your Hollywood homes grown In the greased slick Sick of your least A most piteous Perk of the mark of the beast That eats good men out into a star on song streets This ain't beef it's called the truth in the air Proof to the square The present is rare At best and the rest Set against the breadth of All fruit to ever fall from your chest... And the might of the seeds In come time they had left... In other words You guilty of k**ing it or theft