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Birth Of Sl!nky
- The next to approach me i'll make your throat bleed
- leave you floating in your blood, while your choking.
- I'm close to exploding, pot on a stove roasting,
- "Do not provoke him or he'll "(he'll what?)
- He'll spill, film the kill on a reel, invent the wheel
- cement a field and drill a decent into hell.
- I'm sick of being belittled like Stuart Little,
- poor fickle brittle Marcus stuck in the middle.
- Step in to my darkness with one match lit,
- how long before you got burnt finger tips?
- Blurred vision and words from invisible lips,
- pass me the mic, it's my turn to spit, listen to this.
- Envision a kid with incisions on each of his wrists,
- split by the hips and walking with claws as legs,
- missing his head yet still able to talk some sense
- sick of your shit, so here is his, take a wiff of this,
- instead of sitting on your ass smoking that spliff
- ya braindead, and sl!nky is here with the brain meds
- the pains there and it'll remain there no matter money or fame
- yeah
- but it's never gonna change
- you see, people stay the same
- I hate the way all these people judge,
- I hate the way every woman i touch
- gives me a rush, leaves me blushed
- then turns my heart into fucking dust.
- I'm bottled up with the cork sealed shut,
- been shaken like fuck, the bubbles are building up
- now im waiting to bust...
- All over the crust, soak it up cause i must,
- but the trust i love has formed rust. Hush!
- Thats enough about love, lets talk some drugs,
- ones that taint your blood and fill your brain with junk.
- Heroin with no syringe, which vain should i cut?
- pore it in and binge whilst it's still hot
- and be ready to drop and sing as my veins rot
- Hook:
- We driving down the wrong side of the highway,
- with a drawn ash tray, higher than a high plane,
- swerved hit a... oops... now we died side ways,
- risen from our graves with a craving for high brains
- I'm stalking ya to corner ya, my cornea reflects my blade,
- my hate concepts my steps in a way that nobody suspects my rage
- it's night, no stars or cars in sight, lit from the lightning strikes,
- light rays cast my shade in way that alerts my prey, im hunting
- I'm punching, im kicking, im lunging and slitting and killing
- this innocent victim with precision, spinal incision, this is his final vision.
- I'm only five foot four and no i don't oblige by the law,
- i confined in jobs that require a clever sense of thought.
- Randy get handy and help me depose of this corpse
- You see them cement blocks and cardboard box?
- we're off to the docks to drop this body with sea rocks.
- don't mock what i got cause it's better than... what you've got
- im hot, so hot i make the sun jealous, ginger Denis the mence
- i present as pretty as christmas present
- with severed head in it with tethered ligaments feathered
- shit, what the fuck is going on in my head n' wheres the pivot?
- is it the bread i was fed as a kid? probbaly, i do look a bit odly
- and girls be on bottom of me they sreaming "get off me"
- [freestyle]
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