under pressure you'll break..
cuz your more pussy than the hefner estate
you's a feather, my flows is lesnor in weight
theres No More Light, like uncle fester's remains
left inside, your mind's a plethra of pain
broken sprockets caught in levers 'n cranks
closed to God, i like my pleasures in vain
until the fires, wont surrender my gains
ill just close my eyes 'n weather the flames
seen more crimes than ninety veteran jakes
shiny piece beneath my leather 'n suede
snatch ya greens already measured 'n weighed
fuck with Priest ill make the desert ya grave
im only hopin i remembered the spade
cuz deep down, i dont remember my name
its long forgotten..
caranial vault is rotten
ima open ya scalp up 'n salt'cha noggin
ripped apart your apartments a swamp to walk in
cuz ya carpets been wetted like bongs was droppin
like some oxen was stompin across ya conscience
ima target ya head split along the top end
then ill scatter ya carcass across lawn 'n
get'cha eatin by birds when i call the swans in
im that old school gangsta that rock tha thompson
charles bronson, mechanic of molten hotness