Whatever
Posted: Fri Dec 04, 2009 10:51 am
Trace evidence is my echo and bass!
Two Thousand watts,
ill like slick snot
Six slots for six shots,
a stomach in seven knots!
I see, right through you,
Blasted through you with only two shots!
Your crew to.
Responsible for a clicks 'polar-shift' to.
Boys will be boys...
I'll go where a bitch wouldn’t go,
So my words connect like text on cell phones
Selling blow, a sawed-off shot,
stepping psycho,
a demon screaming treason below
I fucked this chick,
this bitches boyfriend beefed,
cause it's his cunts scent...
consenting to being a scent that's now...
a consequence on my cocks conscious!!!
So I spit,
"Fuck you to prick, grab your Glock
your just another 9-5 cocksucker,
crying by clock", mask and all!
full intent to ball.
my rhyme's...lightning and law.
A pair of rhyming chainsaws
and a sand devil's claw!
You’re a liar to,
would handle you carefully,
like a hot candle!
Embarrassed you,
like Tiger Woods in his sex scandal
I brawl, with a 'two-step'.
your crew bets, remarkably,
on me! Fuck the fee, they tell me.
I'll get at you, free, basically!
A semi-auto, a gram, some trees.
Your ashes, the breeze!
Since yeah spawned from a seed of suckers,
yeah cant battle me.
Can’t even 'slam-poetry'!
I kept it frightening,
my flow floods, enlightening,
raining blood, entertaining
This, what I live for,
the method's fame, to win war!
Bitch, yeah need aim to win war.
Your La Coka Nostra,
a 'Habitat of the gasmask'
Suffer the Apocalypse in sand traps!
A jagged knife, begs for life
I'll be there...
when electricity meets chair!
Mask out, gats out,
A door? Dash out!
Before I blast out!
Before I take the trash out!
Pretty shitty making me
commit perjury on Sunday,
that's church day
Dismay, like any day
Kanye takes stage at VMA's.
Fact is, its rawness
leaving a G backless.
Frameless,
like a chalk-outlined atheist!
The sound of shells,
leaves a room spacious!
Wont wake from this.
This ignorance is faith!
You'll never escape the darkness...
...of an unacceptable place!
Two Thousand watts,
ill like slick snot
Six slots for six shots,
a stomach in seven knots!
I see, right through you,
Blasted through you with only two shots!
Your crew to.
Responsible for a clicks 'polar-shift' to.
Boys will be boys...
I'll go where a bitch wouldn’t go,
So my words connect like text on cell phones
Selling blow, a sawed-off shot,
stepping psycho,
a demon screaming treason below
I fucked this chick,
this bitches boyfriend beefed,
cause it's his cunts scent...
consenting to being a scent that's now...
a consequence on my cocks conscious!!!
So I spit,
"Fuck you to prick, grab your Glock
your just another 9-5 cocksucker,
crying by clock", mask and all!
full intent to ball.
my rhyme's...lightning and law.
A pair of rhyming chainsaws
and a sand devil's claw!
You’re a liar to,
would handle you carefully,
like a hot candle!
Embarrassed you,
like Tiger Woods in his sex scandal
I brawl, with a 'two-step'.
your crew bets, remarkably,
on me! Fuck the fee, they tell me.
I'll get at you, free, basically!
A semi-auto, a gram, some trees.
Your ashes, the breeze!
Since yeah spawned from a seed of suckers,
yeah cant battle me.
Can’t even 'slam-poetry'!
I kept it frightening,
my flow floods, enlightening,
raining blood, entertaining
This, what I live for,
the method's fame, to win war!
Bitch, yeah need aim to win war.
Your La Coka Nostra,
a 'Habitat of the gasmask'
Suffer the Apocalypse in sand traps!
A jagged knife, begs for life
I'll be there...
when electricity meets chair!
Mask out, gats out,
A door? Dash out!
Before I blast out!
Before I take the trash out!
Pretty shitty making me
commit perjury on Sunday,
that's church day
Dismay, like any day
Kanye takes stage at VMA's.
Fact is, its rawness
leaving a G backless.
Frameless,
like a chalk-outlined atheist!
The sound of shells,
leaves a room spacious!
Wont wake from this.
This ignorance is faith!
You'll never escape the darkness...
...of an unacceptable place!