The tabs on earth mean my tongue's Berkeley
I'm fucked up like the Kentucky Dust Derby
Lose lunch throwing up cut turkey
I'm a stuck turn-key
Serve me
Let's get this 8-ball rolling like
X ODs on rush gurneys
Make suicides circles out of twerp teens
I'll fry walk these cats in duck rolls
I'm by the punch bowl
With a ladle and a blunt roll
Crunching on blue stained mushrooms a month old
Last summertime I grew pork chops like mungo
Leaving rich escorts dead broke on Ludlow
These labels are cut-throats
I hope to be found dead in the studio
With a knife taped to my hand and a cut throat
I'm hearing re-written rhymes written recycled
The voices are telling me to skin him alive
But I don't know if we'd like to
I'll pull boozy rappers like you
Out of line coupes, with knives drew
Barrel's height of 5' 2''
I'll shoot both of us
We can finish this in the sky in white shoes
K 5 high
My skin emitting white fumes
I walk in flight school
I'll murder you and the guy who hypes you
In the swamps K9's dig where they won't find you
When the hire me they call me the time machine
I'll put your future behind you
I don't trust emcees they wired inside blue
Money rappers get their food from pigs like swine flu
I'll shoot you in the face with a sawed off rifle
Facing the sunrise, so I can see the sun rise inside you
Who needs a deal when the cult's real
Who needs to sign you?
Sodomize crews
When I do what I do
You ain't creating any life
Tied tubes


Have I ever done anything of value, but am I a mere trifiler existing by a series of ships of one kind or another
A waste or a coward. A man of straught
I can find no answer whatsoever
The obvious verdict being guilty every time