Yah-hah
I write evil lines count each wicked and one,
Equipped with the lungs like the clip of a gun,
Pull the trigger and I spit till the shit is all done,
Words tickle my tongue when like I'm lickin a blunt,
Cause anyone can get done whether a trick or a nun,
Pick these rapper off, easy as pickin a plum,
With graves as dirty as the dick of a bum,
Whipe your life off the map with the flick of my thumb,
Like herion I'm addicted to the kick of the drum,
Drinkin licorice rum until my liver is numb,
Writin 100 miles an hour watch this lunatic on the run,
With a razor in the space between my lip and my tongue,
You and me is like comparing a candle wick and a sun,
Whether I'm close to a million or a nickel to none,
I hold it down till my ticker is done,
I create fissures for fun and knock off the Richter at once,
I live in the depths like where the sinner is from,
Got ya heart in the oven like ya dinner is done,
Writing so sick wat you don't remember the one,
I'm the cat with the fiddle look how my riddle is sung.
Fa-Q
I go to the doctor, and say for the past year I've had peein pains,
Probably because, I stretch my nuts sack, until I start seein veins,
Goddamn, I have such an amazing hand,
yet when I'm yankin off it feels like raisin bran,
I get a fuckin erection, and try to bend my bone,
Fuckin a cunt, that said I was in the friend zone,
Cut her pussy off, then try and make a fold bigger,
Then the stomach on that bitch of a gold digger,
Hold a chigger, on the, hairs of my nut sack,
But that, makes it squishier than a sluts rack,
I want to butt fuck the sweaty cunt of a whore,
And treat it like Adrian tears up the Bears front four,
Twisting her titties, saying what bitch, you want more,
All I ask for, all I want is a morbibly obese, whore, with a leash,
Wearing all black, and get some whipping, four at least,
and ignore the piece, before she cease, to explore my neice,
I need a ten foot pole, to touch my 10 inch pole,
I need to stop getting aroused, when I pinch the hole
Yah-hah
I tear and scream at the heartless listener,
With my pen and my blood I paint the darkest picture,
With no more words like I tried to harvest winter,
And it's the darkest winter swimming upstream in the hardest river,
Until the shark fins enter these seas have never parted quicker,
They made me eat my words and I don't want part in this dinner,
Hopefully the hardest liqour can help me scarf it quicker,
Pardon the sinner when we march with liquor,
The darkest liquor makes me commit arson quicker,
I'm not the smartest offender when the darkness enters,
Sorry but the lights in my apartment flicker,
Sorry I shiver with arms full of sharpened splinters,
The sickest thoughts kill together though the artist differ,
Killing in such a violent way even the heartless consider,
Coleon
Rap's antagonist packin a fist for a masochist
on back again, and jammin' more than traffic is
the pacifist raps is always so savage with tracks an
talented, immaculate but never passive with action
the fathomless faction, 5 deep rappin' assasins
talons are slashin to put you fags in the trash bin
you can't even fathom half the data extracted
from chasms of talent I've amassed with a passion
packin' our axes to sling with wrath at you bastids
hack em and dash with a gang full of masked men
lynguistic'z is havoc to slit ya cap into fractions
a has been at clappin' straight cashin' his gats in
to get some cash for a matress after havin a stab with
battlin' me while I'm mad pissed, the black smith
craftin a bag of tricks out of sadness and mad spit
don't clash with a rabid jackal with cracked lips
from batterin ad libs with a nack to smash bricks
matter of fact bitch, I've dabbled with black sins
unravelin the fact that in fact I'm wraths twin
pass judgement on men with a gavel to smash kids
tackle their backs quick cuz life's path has a mad twist
but before that hitch I'll get half of you hacks lynched