Caine U Lames

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Caine you to the lames lanes
I'm in winning spit in the wind fuck it tug on superman's cape
diabolical hardcore quick on the draw
I don't need a etch a sketch ripping apart tearing down
uploading a butt load populations explode
when I unload disassembly of the code
I made in matrix mode fixer upper deck
duck buck a truck muck a musket when I bust it behind your prehistoric times drop lines no dimes need feed cha lunch money into my pockets
instead flip the lead outta touch with the bread
i love hate debate or get castrated mask and glove it
come with me i speak to trees high off the breezes
see on tea cups i party hotter than lava lamps
document parlor tricks fish out quick misdirection in a lesson
im professing topic options to rocket science
mind compliance requirements dominate like mix tapes
the wrath of grapes come on like dates
i rip beats in the sheets like music soulchild on repeat
defeat you in a labyrinth where the goblin king rules with an iron fist

Caine you lames, you ain’t got no game
put you to shame, trying embarrass me in front of the whole team
get with the schemes, I’m the coach you the player
I’m the shit fool, spit it hard or I’ll eat cha food