There was me, Alex, and three of my mans,
all supposed to meet at the
couldn't afford it's liquor license,
so it sold milk plus drank rum,
It would sharpen you up for a of
the old ul tra -violence,
which plagued our minds for the evening.
And so, kiddies, death for all,
right, right, right, right
I'm against a machine like Rage
Bitches say I hate you, Cage, after circle jerks
I wash my hands off an d do dirts
Sick with a smirk, plus happy to stir
Fuck the first two bitches like dogs
and I jacked off on the third
Fuck your head up like cornrows
Haven't been with it since the last corpse
kid ain't smile and told the cop he did it
Of course the most raw throughout the 9 -1 -4 109 -40,
got you re -shook like Doc Morrow
Pour beer out for yourself
because you're walking dead
I'll burn your house down
like a fucking talking head
they mentally cause infections
Break you with inventions,
Leave most MC's lost in my sentence
I'm strictly, beyond an d back,
left from a lick like a hickey
tucking they dicks like Tootsie
Little sis wet her like a Baptist
Like sitting on Venus with
Try and pick apart some major orange
Per ception catch frontal lobe damage
And not manage correction
I smell leak smoke left by
Beats fought back to life, die,
Come around and get your ass
I'ma play the engines with the arrows,
divorce your head and neck then scalp it
Ripple for your flesh and make
People said his brain was in
People said his brain was
People said his brain was infected
People said his brain was infected by
P -p -p -people said his brain was
got mushed in that canister shape
Coughin' till stolen from the garbage
In sticks, snatchin' cream like bricks
Blow shotguns through the sky,
See me twist and leap with my peeps
Get high, run up in your crib
an d fuck your moms backwards
don't give a fuck about dangerous
plus the cream in the head
Know a crew of devils in my head
that forced me to walk with
Death in my pocket for the curious
Sat your execution seat twelve faces
Of Jesus in your jury this orange AJ
Brought you in the alley by yourself
then left your head vacant
some of the stress in my life
For all you cunts that try to spit
with your bitch click behind ya
with a horse head beside ya
Mob Dukes is just a cherry on top
buggin' in the institution
Whatever sanity was left,
they stickin' me with Dorothy's
lookin' for Ghali retribution
And I can almost see clear,
I start buggin' like an insect
And they love me in your ear
while murder scenes abstract art
send some harvest over the infrared
Boots get planted in chest,
Lay em down for naps in the dirt,
while your brain's taking a squirt