One time only…
Comin at me faulty, I give ya a split personality,
wit a 357 snub, ripped a slug in ya mentality,
Rabidly, inject my lyric pestilence,
shut down and corrupt ya defenses, wit ungodly presence,
Evil resident, shake arms from sockets when these rhymes droppin,
Hearts stopping, cardiac, wig blow-back as I roast-straps,
Body slumps-back as I pump a tracer in a detected Stealth like low-jack,
Enlightin’ ministry, ignitin’ wickedly like a match in a siphon,
As I manipulate murderous devices for human sacrifices to cure my idenity crisis,
Its like this, black candle sticks, pentagram, black mass, black axe,
666 paths to lyrically rip your heart out ya ass,
Starin back at icy masks of death, as I step on chests in body stacks, ribs crack,
Muscles relax, port mortem, flesh stripped and tanned, cant help but laugh,
Call me an addict, necropheliac, crack open a cold one and relapse,
Full fledged combat, manic, spastic, morbid faces gasp wrapped in plastic,
As I disease these streets, wit my negative backfeeds, call it symphonic orthodonics,
As I cock back straps between ya teeth, n’ bleed a slug through ya screams, got it?
cover you in yellow rags, relieve three slugs point blank, bitch bleed, clottin,
Colors blending, body decomposing, leave you repping gang-green, rotten.
Comin at me faulty, I give ya a split personality,
wit a 357 snub, ripped a slug in ya mentality,
Rabidly, inject my lyric pestilence,
shut down and corrupt ya defenses, wit ungodly presence,
Evil resident, shake arms from sockets when these rhymes droppin,
Hearts stopping, cardiac, wig blow-back as I roast-straps,
Body slumps-back as I pump a tracer in a detected Stealth like low-jack,
Enlightin’ ministry, ignitin’ wickedly like a match in a siphon,
As I manipulate murderous devices for human sacrifices to cure my idenity crisis,
Its like this, black candle sticks, pentagram, black mass, black axe,
666 paths to lyrically rip your heart out ya ass,
Starin back at icy masks of death, as I step on chests in body stacks, ribs crack,
Muscles relax, port mortem, flesh stripped and tanned, cant help but laugh,
Call me an addict, necropheliac, crack open a cold one and relapse,
Full fledged combat, manic, spastic, morbid faces gasp wrapped in plastic,
As I disease these streets, wit my negative backfeeds, call it symphonic orthodonics,
As I cock back straps between ya teeth, n’ bleed a slug through ya screams, got it?
cover you in yellow rags, relieve three slugs point blank, bitch bleed, clottin,
Colors blending, body decomposing, leave you repping gang-green, rotten.
