Yo
I'm the new Dimangro, I'm cloaked in a red robe
Bars are hot, shot from a Solar Temple, bi-polar mental
Wooly cap, hammer handle, handcuffs, shovel, stolen rental
I own a death cult
Hold down tents low
Hand rolled opium hall folded tent poles
Filled to ripping mortician liquid, dip in and smoking menthols
I'm a savage restless in the jungle with an ax bared
Cadences juggle fire over toddlers and snap snares
I'm dead lifting bars til the muscles on my back tear
I'll let that falcon fly with the mac hair
Or I can punch you death like Max Baer
I'll tap his head give him hat hair
The grip I named it The Zodiac, it clicks lovers
Barrel tip muffler
Lift his lid like a shoe box cover
The smoke come from under his wig like Raekwon on the Cuban Linx cover
Chem puffer, tubercular lunger, goon goblin murk, murderer
Self cutter, cut angles through liquids and skin like ??
As trust burns, stuck in the house is gutter
Passing blunts to a ratchet with tongue burns
This Sawzall cut through her bones like butter
I'm a made man, moving dust like butlers, weed buzzards
The reggie ain't reggie anymore, it's unburied and thawed, embalmed and smothered
Burning grass wet as suburban lawns in the summer
Adriana vampire high off blood from city clubbers

Yeah. Nothing but bars and beams. Magma hot yo. Boxdizzle, Jak Tripper in the hut. BK, Gonzo shit. Peace to UK, out the mist like London's east end cutting throats. Peace to Krypto. And that's it