RING OF FIRE - SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS and OTB

[War and Peace]

peep War and Peace and Sheepish Lord unsheath the sword
we creep through streets and wards and beat weak emcees with cords
an elite corps that breaches doors
Greek teen beach-goers scream and weep when bloated corpses sweep the shore
squeeze Kleen-Bore grease and roll deep with .44s
leave speechless hordes of evil heathens on steel boards beneath sheets in morgues
sweetly stroke these Toshiba PC keys like cathedral organ chords
keep Jesus pieces clean, legal cream creased in jeans and feet in Jordan IVs
pores seep unique spoken heat 'til each poor and scorned feels his soul restored
theives explore reefs, sea floors and moors where reservoirs leak towards scenic fjords
unappreciative sneaks hoping to hoard my gold
ceaslessly seeking to cheaply receive more and more
but my scope grows increasingly cold
see, OTB believes He who sows seeds of greed will reap the least reward
I implore, meet and greet the Sifu with no equal who teaches scores
the old priest's glorious thesis reached a holy zenith when the phoenix soared


Don’t try n beef with the each, and every clip I take be coupon in the soup kitchen
What cha pitching you just reaching leave you dead n leeching/
I can hit wit a sicker average most can’t even capture the angles I pain
Destine to Van Gogh the flow wit more art than any war hall than Andy Warhol/
Driven in homers, down grade cha wattage like David Ortiz
My cortex be tendril’s breed whip you around like Doc Ock/
Occupy octopi dropping heat on you like a shot from a fly
You couldn’t wonder why my periscope be sniping you ticks like the AIDS virus/
Explosive corrosive closed casket pass it rocket launch stomp ground coining phrases
Lessing praises I got more hate in my heart than the darkness that consumed Owen’s Hart/
Jugular bugging you swinging Excalibur striking you strangler triangle you fishes
Wishing you had Bermuda mute cha like a WACK MC on TV you can’t see me/
If you got lights I got my license Hippo season is upon us great white thunder strike
Punching out cha lights leaving you dusted from angels seeing demons when I come through/
Craft caches cashes clay when I clashes wit those devil rays
Trying to make homes in Tampa bay/
Couldn’t fish fillet trump those clones try n dominate like primates
When it’s easier to hibernate wit homonyms/
Trying to touch the punch out Mickey, Mallory seen through my art gallery
Deranged jokes on you when I cut a smile in you via knives and gases/
I got allot of heat on my ledger before I twisted my art wit sleeps I never pilled
Get cha grill killed wit surgery never plastic just acid I dropped cha in like Bat’s surrounded cha/
Reengaging facing attempts on lives bee hives New Jersey Drive dreamt end cha lenses
Leave you sightless like snake eyes just came up see me I got a Grudge when you see The Ring/