my minds fucked up you can call it braimstorming
im lighting and thunder all the elements i am calling
see everybodys tryna be the evil devil in rap
well im the dark angel with god upon my back
n he aint alive so you can take this five
to ponder your move so you can break this high
im the chain reaction leaving brains in fractions
all the trains attracting to the tracks im cracking
n i aint a drug dealer all my moneys off the brew
stealing tax payers cash like.....fuck you
im evil mother fucker i please her with no rubber
squirt upon your face youll be blinded by my flubber
talk a load of blubber ill joost tell the bitch i love her
just long enough so i get the chance to fuck her
catch this i blast pish attach this to your face
now smell my urine while i piss on your parade
my lines hit mines like a random grenade
they dont know were its coming from im the phantom brigade
so as i hand you the spade you dig your own fucking grave
