One line rhyme-bringin it back!!

i point my Gun with a far from sober aim tryin to throw some water on the angry ogre's flame

i hope im sane ... ah well i'll just soap the brain ' The Funky drunk ' huge letters wet paint soak the train

emits punches like a holy fist, my crew shows me bliss, while we bully clitz
and drop perfect shots like a kobe swish

drop shots like cuts upper to the gut leaving the witnesses asking what the fuck taking heads like peds walking with the dead over the airwaves saying enough said

shot lip like a hand grip on the tech to get wreck with vocals that be local from the bay area where display the giant form of elephants that defy ants in size bets realize

its spooky like staring at still eyes ur girl feels guys when they fill rides//
im just crazy like that cuz i peel knives and stab wit bannanas when i kill lives//

big sound be for pound stick big when carry ground like air waves thunder the wonder that bug for days a maze of men meant to be sent asunder under a sun like wander be lost

He's heartless, throwin' darts this sick, but whatever, too many times,
I remember where my mind's endeavour was cleverly inclined by these spine-severing letters

and i make you suffer to make me feel better/for me everything mean nothing

so i don't care if i'm in the way when them bullets is poppin
i'm stoppin them with my hands like it's some matrix shit i'm rockin

tap on my side kick im robben//
with a gun on my lap ski mask the grand in its stack is dropping//

your life cost less then often/im not gonna dirt my ass for this trippin/
and i accept any dealing/to kill with my style of the kamikaze fishing

prison bound bitches get reality checked hard
swinging pick axe, didnt heed wu's warning, neck scarred

in sets i intersecpt parts
stealing ur name deals taking skill flashing my vett card//

retard squad back to attack and bombard
call the bomb squad im on wutangcorp.com god