Lo-Key - Spark Somethin' lyrics

[Intro:] 7th Seal Tell em how we do it out here Know what I'm sayin'? Lo Key, Wikid One, 2005 [Verse 1: Lo Key] Demonic rhythms hit the system, 6 trillion decibels Ripping through ya legs until the flesh is looking edible A cannibal animal k**ing heads like a sentinel Your injecting some Benadryl cause the pain is incredible f** a Cerebus k**er, I f**in', sever the tentacles From the head of Medusa and shove the tech in her p**y hole Pull the trigger watch the p**y blow apart in my face I stuck my tongue in the bullet hole, no cartilage to waste Listen muthaf**a', cause I'm spittin' the last verse I'm ridin' bloody spinners on a cinnamon, black hearse Explosive with the raps, till' the god damn track bursts But then again, I based a f**in, song on a whack curse But I don't give a f**, I took your forty and sipped it So explicitly gifted with the sick and the twisted Just give me your wrists kid, cause I'm pissed that I missed it As I slit it, it trickles out in front of the witness [Hook:] (x2) Lokevelli and Tha Wikid One keep the guns co*ked And we always sparkin' somethin' Or be screamin "fu*k COPS!" With the slugs and the d** chillin' in the glove box We bring it wicked in this b**h makin' all ya subs knock [Verse 2: Tha Wikid One] I'm slaughtering the ma**es in gas masks, interacting with Fast casts of the acid you flash past, when I'm blasting But a back scratched with cutlery, up to be cuttin' he, guttin' he Emergin' the gluttony of hip hop its tough to be original I'm spittin everything through a subliminal Ma** murderin criminal, its critical for cynical Views to be expressed cause the game as we know it Is overpopulated with the whack like I'm bloated You tried showing a label your demo f**in' what? You still a whack rapper with a lisp and gut' When I cut up a beat and lace it, sh**s injured Any booth they got me in has got to be the insured I'm just that vile, I smile while in denial A vile of exile, siles straight in to the bile If I were to run up in to your show what would I see? An audience of relatives and I count about three [Hook:] (x2) Lokevelli and Tha Wikid One keep the guns co*ked And we always sparkin' somethin' Or be screamin "fu*k COPS!" With the slugs and the d** chillin' in the glove box We bring it wicked in this b**h makin' all ya subs knock