A slug doesn’t judge in which gat it sits
My mug doesn’t budget when the solo hits
Here’s livin’ proof, I’m tearin’ roofs out of motherf*ckas mouths
Once unannounced, but here’s the man who’ll write your death certificate
out
Longhand – sign my John Hancock
Then cock my hand back to smack the taste out your grill if you’re talkin’
smack
Cuz I get sick like a masochist – flip my lid, ad lib
Check your flow to show you’re the shallowest
I’ll punch your chronological cuz I don’t waste time and so
I’ll talk you out then bring you back so I can break you off some mo’
What’s next? My index feels stressed to flex
Motives potentially destructive like a silo full of MX
The only government I listen to is Parliament
And when I got it goin’ on they increase the defcon
(Damn!) The Pentagon should read the pentagram and
Sam’s got another thing comin’
Like a hummin’ or a toastin’ cuz the loaf is gonna catch it
In his bread basket - spittin’ up gastrics – that’s it
I’ll leave you out of breath like post mortem at a forum
I might snap at any second, or ask a loaded question
Like who wants to test me at roulette
You can bet, I check the edge of the ledge to see how close I can get
Salmonella ain’t shit cuz I’ll eat a chicken raw
No headcrack just headcrush – my blood boils vigorous
And all my loose marbles got me in a frenzy. John Doe?
I wont’ say whoawhoawhoa, just Geronimo!
I love my story’s gory and inflammatory. Should I mention?
Gutwrenchin’ drenchin’ suckas with my lyrical double M’s
So mind your P’s and Q’s or get cued up
To be brief I ain’t lookin’ for no olive wreath
I’m in a precarious position, Should I still support the system that I’m
buying into
Prejudice is what my fist is flying into
Cuz a rolling stone gathers no moss
But heads will roll like rawhide – my rawside’s like Jekyll to Hyde
The light shines down from above, upon my 3rd eye it’s focused
Vile vicious visions swarm like locusts
And lead me on this path I must pursue until I’m finished
You never thought this form could manifest that of a menace