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 motherfuckas 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
|
|
-----------------
|
Goin' Off The Deep End
|
| Scrilla Vic |
