skech185 & analog(ue) tape dispenser - inventory lyrics
i’ve got the tongue of a liquid metal hydra striking the mind of rhymer
reclined in designing violent times
the man of the year rocked a kabal mask at thanksgiving dinner and leaked mustard gas on every pilgrim
i ain’t got to be “out of there” i live with “don’t try to f-ck with me”
so lets shoot the sh-t like duck hunting with plungers
or i plunge the hunger of you f-ckers into a dungeon
rather you’ll be in a bas-m-nt with a crack head screaming naked adjacent to jason pacing waiving a faceless mading scr-ping stains from being stain in ravens blood plug thug behaving embracing his hatred while facing you screaming and naked speaking in demon languages about his hatred
you c-cksucking yellow bellied catfish
i’ll drop a verse, make waves and turn the moons envy to crack addict
crosstown beef is like cross town traffick and i’m juggernaut dusting you f-ckers off like mad dandrift
its 185 spitter king back smacker, cracker back cracker
that’s 40 acre’s and mule d-ck for the whitest c-nt that’ll ride backwards
i call it chucking d. public enemy for a mixed kids ident-ty
i dream of genie getting f-cked by what seems like ten of me
in tenessee kicking speach in mouth… he forgot about lynching
mobsters calls us n-ggers. rappers still want to be henchmen
slow down son you’re k!lling them x4
i got a pair of boots to address the zombies i stretch from human
muted the flesh, bruising the ornery. upon the movement of breath i ponder the ruins
yet pulling my head out of the dust ,joe budden style, i found hundreds gunning proud but too fiction to get on me
harm me?
warn these f-ckers guns and gutter may have won the summer but i’m more conan than hoe -ss with arms of lumber
termite covered shaking your mother screaming “what’re you telling him?. i’ll head b-tt him until we exchange and he knows where his christmas presents went”
slice your brain with a party razor, give you r-t-rded behavior (and) crash your school bus into a swamp with gators and watch it dissolve into nature
got a better chance of finding a jesus fetus with bleeding demon watching even stevens than me recieving beatings from any weakling heathen breathing
my stab wounds leak locust so me you keeping it real means you need moses
don’t bet on sh-t
young mcintyre’s been drooling dragon fire since pacifiers
with a pacifist nature the looks like a million man march full of anarchist half retired
salute when you have to
my rhyme scheme’s black white, my madness is brilliant and natural
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