Yo

Gather around children, it's story time

Fuck it, no time for it

I knock throats and tie organs

My goons aiming at you

With more different size metal tools than a back of a pipe-organ

I'll fight for this

You high, if not it's pride, it ain't worth trading your life for it

If we battled on a rooftop handcuffed to each other

We'd both lose, I'd dive off it

I hope you cop my CD to do a line off it

Yellow tape, blue barrels, sirens and feds

Get back, watch these heads crack

Fuck all these bloggers and web raps

I'll slit his throat and Pez his head back

I'm fired up like the Pentagons west branch

Tie him up, hang him from his neck fat

Like a lion's cub

Iron bust, blew his head up like a Mets cap

I'm a perv, she twerked, I get that

Your sket can suck my Sabret til she strep gag

And spit it back in her friend's stretched ass

I look like every radical Muslim ?? ??

That would off themself in the end, before the feds can

I got a cult

We camped armed, outside with more cans, than a can food aisle

Visually impaired, I go ham and wild

Sociopathic, manic herence, incoherent style

I'll burn him alive like Salem trials

Heath Ledger his mouth

Raise his edge up, tear a smile

I'm at hemp festivals on DMT scared

Asking to spare a vile

Everybody relax, eat your snacks

I gotta get some shit off

You posers want props

I'll axe these axe

And cut wigs off

Pose their bodies, and prop their heads in a mix board

Get it, headless twitchin'

Like mustard gas effects on Cambodian villages after six tours

Chainsaw rip chord, I'll Gainesville rip yours

I'm killing people to get off

I'm not trying to get daps, or make a hit song

I'm a machine, punches hit like a city bus hitting a brick wall

They'll need morter and soldering irons to fix jaws

Medication, my scripts lost

I sound wicked like hammers banging a flip cross