07. Corpse Paint

Many thoughts I have are the darkest artist

So fucking dark I mean I seem heartless

Fuck & feast a carcass, blunts heavy sparking

You steady barking, your head I'm steady marking

You becoming prey, you turning me to hate

& when you do that, it means a burden's made

Heart in this instrumental, it's that heartbeat

Fork & knife in hands if you start beef

That's my bread & butter you fuckin' with

I put the fun in funeral & I'ma have some fun with it

Sheit, me & my lupine mate, all you see is dark sides

Howls from these wolves like some war criеs

Shit in my mind is coming to life like I'm doing acid

My villains got hot biscuits straight out the baskеt

Only freaks understand my ways like Cirque De Soleil

Staring at blood streams I cannot ignore, mane

I'm a dead man walking that's why I wear corpse paint

Eastern Ave, Eastern Ave, Las Vegas for sure, mane

Pen is mightier than the sword, murder was all I wrote

That's why I grabbed your head & stabbed my story into your throat

We are alligators, we chomp at allegations

I don't jump to conclusions; conclusions jump to me

My truth is so ugly why you wanna fuck with me?

Why you wanna fuck with me? Conclusions jump to me

I was on the edge of sanity til I fell IN

Bash your face in then slash like Jason

Most need to shut their fucking mouths, I don't need to hear it

Like a dis to my appearance will leave you disappearing

Man, I'm bananas & my banana split

Go hard with a crowbar as I slam & hit

I been causing accidents from an emotional mess

I didn't see it clearly til I was holding your neck

I don't raise hell 'cause hell raised me

Bad nerves on the trigger finger, itch like scabies

I'm off the wall like a padded 1

Hunt for me, better grab a gun

Street style like a hobo

Punk bastards don't know though

Who's got the meaner burn when I make the sun set with a scowl

Devoured like a meal, stomach upset with a growl

It turns red like my eyes a sign of "fuck you!"

I write in the Art Of War, like Sun Tzu

Fist to fist wit cha, dig a ditch wit cha

Only at your wake will you get the big picture

Fangs out like razors

Stalking you like gators

It'll be sooner than later

Get discontinued like pagers

S.I.D.R.O.E. you goddamn bitches, S.I.D.R.O.E. 2013 on ya ass....