I drink a bucket of paint Watch my dick animate Puke my guts out Reveal a Poltergeist state Now I’m inside out no need to hide out Ain’t made mistakes with paper since I sniffed the white out Ink them, rip is a genius a genious, my stiching life seamless Most like I don’t exist to deem this I reach the heavens from my nights Plug mics in satellites, scream “Somebody get me off this fucking planet tonight!” When I wig out like salons, I’m calmed by sick flicks Got the staple gun for if your train of thought splits And it’s so unchristian the way I’m blisterin’ Tired rhyme styles from Detroit Michelin Who’s that trim lady? Claimin some other nigga baby While her bitch royce roll for her bitch voice faggs the math after moist My hollywood writa’ Thought b-boy stood for bitta’
Snatchin’ gutty butts with slang from Clockwork Plus, my insects spects make me look like a gray Running through livestock cattle mutilate for BK Visit crop circles since clubs ain’t fresh When I’m wildin’ like Scott picking up agent LES The forceps in your chest try to pull out karma Who walked away with a smokin’ tool and a rottweiler parma I made it out this life with warm breath Leave a two a still bar crawl back in for hill prawn Never call me son since my name Alex Starr I smack emcees with the Lincoln town car Bite your tongue off before you sound simila’ And don’t need no bitch box after Cage stick his Jim in her
Stay off the streets or get snuffed by worm kings They pull you underground a million feet and start circlin’ Then blast! Cage peels scalps rip out pulp Recruiters on your block from the Agent Orange cult Hung the illest cats from the highest lamppost Gave the sickest dogs, cement Timbs to guard the coast I don’t hear nothing polly in visions With shamans, electrocuted Carmen with a bead of almonds Bully gets gonest make shit kicks some of that addict I kill mad tricks and I don’t know magic I start tactics with speed bumps And then snort it See four big trucks with change You join record it