(I know)
(I know)
Yo (I know), you fuck a diamond, I used to only hit a pitch off one
On home plates, we ball of the base, hit it and run
Body heavy metal, bet I only travel on frowning horses
Inhale the forest, fled the house of a thousand corpses (I know)
Housing my name in your mouth, will get you John Booth
I let myself out of my jail, 'cause I'm the truth
Eyes shimmer like Braver's, and broken bottles of Smirnoff
Succession's a sound splash from windows, spilling off (I know)
Stealing bars from a logo cough death on mucus scars
Skin clicks like 18 Bronzemen in the halls
The seeds of my cold blood, travel through deep veins
Grew up with no hands, arms a spike, ball and chain
The hills have eyes, they saw me escape the hive
Keep my blowgun shirt or your back, until you die
Lord squirt cyanide, crack open a winter sky
For cash, I need a ski mask and a Rambo knife (I know)
Hydro clouds, looks out, watch the city rumble
From a million hunger pains, and those bees that bumble
I'm filled with screams that I can never let slip
They say a poet and mad man, we all have a bit (I know)
And fuck your videos, I only watch channels, not the mainstream
My sheet holds cannisters and manuals of daydreams
Brita water, filter slaughter, chop the broccoli sloppy
My habit's insane performing an audio-topsy
Cotton grown, testosterone, got Glocks for bones
Drink a jar of H2O, think harsh darts and throw
Maybe blow, poison tips, razor tits (I know)
Sour as lemon sticks, my fetish is wet pussy with splatter patterns
I'm dark like Rouge Park murders on the camera lanterns
Sharp as a thorn on a rose from your ex-wife
Sly as a sleuth with a slipknot on your windpipe
Lick mic stands, I got a weather 'vay, mind bend
Laugh is like rubies and dances on the vile winds
I live probably like a Mothman prophecy
Format like winery, Eliat, be my odyssey (I know)
We puff crims and then drink marble from lead pipes
Run from daylight like Payton from Jake's on grey nights
When the blocks hot, I stand with my heart frozen
Clap like a thousand books closing (I know)
And pop loud as a thousand rosaries broken
Won't go in, in the silver clouds of Sativa
Word to Solomon, love Shiva down to her amoeba
Yeah, yeah, who in the world could spit it like me? Unlikely
Sheisty for that mic piece
My clan deep, no white sheets, wife beaters and Nike sneaks
Skeetin' divas who treat us like, Black Jesus and feed us
To Haitian cleavage, with features that
Keep 'em beating they peter's, we terror predator veterans (I know)
Trend setters who better when
Under pressure 'cause better lines, prime timers like Letterman
Get you shine in a second, yeah, I'ma cop, when I let us in
Say you sick with the rhymes, well, then I'ma vomit the medicine
Bomb atomically, we deck over beats like impeach the President
Save the beef for you freaks, it ain't nothing sweet and they never been
If you keep it at peace, it won't have to level your residence
Better to chill nigga, take a breather, let us settle in (I know)
Need the speed of the cheetah, with feet as a big as an elephant's
Ammo like John Rambo, to stand a chance on my element
Handle hammers with elegance, damage the camera's evidence
Ammo that dismantle limbs, where you stand is irrelevant
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