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scrilla vic - goin' off the deep end lyrics

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 motherf-ckas mouths
once unannounced, but here’s the man who’ll write your death certificate
out
longhand – sign my john hanc-ck
then c-ck my hand back to smack the taste out your grill if you’re talkin’
smack
cuz i get sick like a m-s-ch-st – 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
(d-mn!) 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 sh-t 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

- scrilla vic lyrics

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