Camouflagative

I'm as unorthodox as opening up Pandora's box

As morbidly warped as when the coroner drops

A corpse on the floor, gorier than horror film plots

I slaughter your props because there's nothing but pork in your chops

War with the cops, 40's and glocks

Formative plots in my discordant gourd are now where corridors rot

I'm beating you the fuck up like your ornery pops

Camouflagitive, morph into watery spots

Fox trots of the haunted, wooded snow banks

Load up the flow tanks, I hold ranks

Freestyle with your wack ass? No thanks!

Extra vindictive when I kill emcees with quickness, serving ya'll!

Can I get a witness? No need, I murder all

Specially equipped with weapons that'll put you in a wheelchair like Murderball