Originally Posted by
VoooO
Guess who's back in a baseball cap with a rusty axe
creepin through the pumpkin patch to chop backs till' something cracks
half a dozen hacks, take it to fists? get lumped and smacked
???tote your guns attack crash into walls like drunkin bats
that fly intoxicated by the lush tropical fruits,
grown from the trees I'm fertilized with MC's
mint leaves smoked out Killa Bee's stinging your brain
on a dirtbike in your rear view swinging a chain
living strange like bum's on a train or box car's
you get shot scarred knocked far and dropped hard
rock bar's when performin' on earth-spit in the dirt
then I buck MC's to let they ass know, they couldn't fuck with me
constructing these dynamite rhymes exploding twice
while your drown in artic waters with penguins and floating ice
slice your throat with your own shoulder blade, Black Knight brigade
march the gates bump the stage with a brain, straight from the grave
dead slaves with the bone still attached, shackled and chained
move now indepted my rhymes tackle your brain
grapple your frame, and shackle with pegs, sample your veins???
I'm from the outskirts where it rains shrapnel and flames
derranged, abnormal and lonely you could'nt hold me
I'm drunk leaned back with a blunt sippin a ????
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