scriptz - poison locus lyrics
[verse]
chillin on the north side
dreamin on the warm side
summoning realms with the demons
and the core ride
yeah
put the iron in my pocket
bless me please
take the high gun and then c-ck it
and release
i’ll take a tiny bag filled with jewels and beats
i’ll throw them at the man and his sly elites
going down
runnin in circles
sewin frowns
run in commercials
writing down
what’s at dispersal
lessening god at his rehearsal
yeah
here we are at the precipe
resting quickly grinning never take the test of his
put the stars in my pocket and question this
i’m turning ill and that’s the f-ckin the end of it
i’m locusing past the poison
i’m focusing past employment
i’m looking for the peace and fun without the conforming ointment
call me moonchild, what animal would you be?
wrap the telephone up and let it hang from your feet
i’m tired of this reckless rat race
take the disease of your choice
i decided mad case
i’m twisting past the limit
counting every minute
keep a lookout for the red death and the blue exhibit
three dimensional rap demon who sings
i’ll draw your f-ckin future with ink but no wings
respect your fears
they’re your f-ckin best friends
drink some liquor if this message doesnt f-ckin send
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