Always the sheep (in wolves clothing)

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Always the Sheep
Never the Sheppard
Always a Leader
Never a follower
Fuck those hypnotize
BY The LIES………..
Just DO YOU!!!!!!!

Crush you roaches by the approaches I take like poachers
Hunt you for teeth my tusks be the lust these cats are after/
Map your biology come through analytically speak politically
Your literal I’m lyrical coming through critical crash through you imperial/
Draft the madness; you can’t put a cap on this explosion
Illusive clothed in civil times beneath the surface a savage lays/
Up from the graves I save bathes paths tidal be waves
Torment cha mind with images and lies/
Videos tell your mind what cha wanna see every time
Drama filled lives live out the Springer tales all the time/
Twisted metal armed general total elliptical transverse
You faggots rock a man-purse verse the classic machismo movement/
Improve pro tooling skilled vehicular rhyme manslaughter
Tomb robber clone jobber shadow talons be goods taken/

Always the Sheep
Never the Sheppard
Always a Leader
Never a follower
Fuck those hypnotize
BY The LIES………..
Just DO YOU!!!!!!!

Proliferate cha counter Intel with dummies that dumbbell
You rumple still skins be nothing but iron horses with no gas power/
Frivolous movement’s panther preemptory knee jerk reacts
Timid attacks be schools we Mack with stacks of phat kats/
Back pack slaughter authors with awesome torture
Ya syththetically mixed like oil slicks you can’t hang with this/
Generic rappers get generic chapters with nothing less
Dead cha wack songs I’m in protest of your hypnosis/
I’m the closest settler sheep skinned spit in the wind
Flip you’re the bird and give you a lecture without simple structure/
Dead cha thickness in graves openly dug in heads openly rung
Sing your song this is harder-core music your parent ain’t used too/

Always the Sheep
Never the Sheppard
Always a Leader
Never a follower
Fuck those hypnotize
BY The LIES………..
Just DO YOU!!!!!!!

[Guarded By Martyrs]

Draft the madness; you can’t put a cap on this explosion
Illusive clothed in civil times beneath the surface a savage lays/
Up from the graves I save bathes paths tidal be waves

Back pack slaughter authors with awesome torture
Ya syththetically mixed like oil slicks you can’t hang with this/
Generic rappers get generic chapters with nothing less
Dead cha wack songs I’m in protest of your hypnosis/

Stop that.
These parts are ill, I'm really feeling them SHEEP.
Looks like you escaped from that straightjacket again.

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Stop that.
These parts are ill, I'm really feeling them SHEEP.
Looks like you escaped from that straightjacket again.

ahhaha good look whers