Skeet (all over the dance floor)

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Moon rocking pine box locking postal quotables
Mostly toasting with flows in the toaster
Eyeing outta minds snipe out spines
Speak through topicals leaving beats looking tropical
Clicking out the tapestry my mastery be assault and battery
Rappers rapidly disassociate from the Sheepish
Remaining sleepy when they sleep on the Sheepish LOCS
You can’t even peak past the point you cause solar eclipses
Trip off the beat rifting slipping off the edge
You know I’m sledging with hammers
Flashbulb paparazzi emcees know me as a Rap-Nazi
You can’t pasteurize my lines even in cocaine
I come with the flame first call me propane
No game no shame, bane to anyone lyrically
Been ripping with the words since I was Lil’ Sheepish
Serving heads like a deep dish pizza
Or get butcher on the beat like lunch meat
Defy the odds, you know I’m a wild card battle type hard
Even if I lose in a mirror match, I’ll just mirror force it


Piss me off you can get the skeet of blood all on the dance floor
You know how skits get played out
So you can do the skeet dance on outta here

People piss me off when you scoff of things for your own amusement
Get refused when you at the table with Gods and Earths
My flows rebirth what cha can’t rebuke
I can retake what cha reposed away
I relay darts the skyway my high way
Be flyby night I’m nasty with the skiffs
Grip gongs leave you banging like drums while smoking a bong
My coal crush told cha don’t touch how I push buttons
Get rushed by floods filling the gates of hell up
You can attack on titan all you want
But I’m a send you back to New Brighton