Verse 1
Pheenix!....
Im risin up slow-roastin the scene
Throwin molten metal with wings
You a cuisine
Make a dish out ya flesh...
Man you suckin semen out pipes
Now you a marine
Sleepin wit fish
Im unhingin his jaw
He can maybe kick it
But the bucket instead
My b*tch'll total ya fleet
Kima keesha and pam
Razor slitchya
Bleedin 'n' rope..
We shinobiwonkinobi
Lazerninjastar
Spangle the pope
Oughta make a revolt, stat!
Wit robot agents
Remote operated..
Nominated to shock
Castin VOLTS!
Hot as a dime with the clap
When you fappin they invade ya mind
Then you fuuuuuck
And later ya di*k stuck to ya lap
Wit PUS!
Lost religion
That fiction made like a trap
sh*t! i'd rather have..
Fine christian b*tches come hang with us!
Caint sport a cross
No formal introduction
The closest I ever came to a tie
Is a crossbow
Got raw flow for nose nostril
Team target is in an agreement
Wit demons at the crossroads
Our soul was the cost owed
Cold dealin
Fah playin games
I shot
Lyin thoats, kill it!
Ya lame con's old..
Beat the sh*t outchyu wit gruesome licks
He layin snorin displayin his wingspan like crucifix
My brutalness held true'n yall seein' strange violence
When slugs came from a salt rifle
To melt YOU, n*gga!
Verse 2
Have you seen a tyrant and nemesis combined?
A pontiac engine on every limb
An a GT virus inside?
(adlib ME!)
I take breath
Bangin bullets that be like that murder sperm
That squirm
To create a death!
We stayin baf-salted out
Swallow smiles
Grill ate up
When the gloc kapow
Swat him down
Peel his patata
My crew..
Still love a hater
Fill up a k ta
Split up ya data
We booin you
Plus hittin you wit killa tamata
Seal up the fate of fake n*ggas when cannon burst
Watch as everything you TOUCH go ta sh*t
Call it a mani-curse
Are we..
Nailin it on the head?
That once a year after I drop
The day will mark ya death anniversary?
They closin casket
We spray acid
We outta mace
Ya momma had a mascara marathon down her face
Now im cool with this skatescene
b*tches that date these skaterkids taste me
N' I ain't skated since the mid-eight-tee's
Killin thirty packs
Illin on dirty track
Smash a nerdy b*tch ass
Cheek drillin
I squirt skeet on her purdy rack
We on tha burnin path
Heard of that?
So ain't no turnin back
You a murder faded on a guerney flat
Televisin the sh*t on video cam
See pheenix must eat
Im sacrificin fifty fo'(four) rams
No ham!
WE.. goin co-nan
Lines dope
DAMN! its the china white!
But WE.. call it the linzey LO-paaaan!