Lee Scott - Larry's Dead (2013) lyrics

Possessed (Rhyme Asylum): Let's have it, phlegmatic Give life to words; ressurect a dead language I smack fire out your lantern jaw d**h addict, tried it once; kept coming back for more Man with the Midas touch, I size em up Made plagiarists bite the dust (trust) Cold-blooded icy one, the balls in our court You warm the bench like the presiding judge Dr Manhattan, jump the bandwagon On a kamikaze mission, over the Grand Canyon Dark magician, lungs inflate to the size of airbags when I'm in car collisions Reach legendary status, forget Air Max Wear bear traps on my feet instead of trainers Mental patients is a virtue Lost the plot, Dr Scott: prepping my medication Chorus: Mr. Wrong, Mr. Gone In The Head Spitting this from my hospital bed x4 Lee Scott: Don't make me mud-stomp this planet flat Over the top like Nicolas Cage in a rage and I don't have to act I'm the anvil that broke the camel's back Jolly like a happy slap, telling jokes like what the f** you laughing at? That's the same sh** that got Larry whacked I'm not a gangster I just make gangster rap In an anorak, spotting trains, practicing these verses loudly I don't accidentally murder proudly I'm a nerdy wordy alchy I like pimping b**hes And selling d** but I much prefer observing algae Flocks of birds around me cutting coke I love them but I left my heart on the sleeve of my other coat So, that was just a joke, ho! k**ing it, fell off like ten years ago an I'm still the sh** My long term plan; be in it for the long run And err, I'm finished but I'm not done