Crooked scoundrel

Life is like a two way street in a two way meet when two ways creep up on

two old creeps licking two old sheep with two old feet in a house up on old

bloody creek owned by an old leather creep with a face like a murderous

G with a body in the gutter and tools in his jeep, like your death was a horrid

dream with a horrid scheme caused by horrid things in horrid hellish Hazardous

half hacked halls of hinges on syringes made of dismembered, splattered yes men

erratic in my flow and demonic inflection, I made and put down this insurrection

I was born of blackness, a rolling stone out of madness, deformed, reduced

and rendered a NonBinary into multiple strings of gory big endian and disassembled him

You might be a thespian, holding onto the skull of yorick, pour it out onto the

dire dried dark and dingy, utterly unkempt unlikely streets unending, shit caked

and trendy, like bendy when he went on wendy and broke her back like like a hen

he's off his rocker, shocker, he's an anomaly of psychotic dakka

back with a gun to rock ya, mini in the power but it leaves a big blast

trapped in a booby trapped shack set alight to collect the money that's

like the endings of a terrible storybook, around and around we go again,

washed in a shower of blood and bitches glowering with faces scowling in this

gory brook, brutal and shook, you know where to look, i'm the guy that sent

you to your death like a mook, take a book and write down this chatter: Razorback reduced

GK to pancake batter, better to matter then to not know after, the factor of seven

upon seven, fourteen men sent to prison and shot dead, their heads on the

floor like melons slashed apart and impartial, my fruit killing skills are remarkable

But this ain't Modern Warfare and I'm not fishing for Cod, this is a full on charge

and I'm the one with the bomb, Bleed only Masochistic bloods, take a hammer

and not a gun cause this isn't a hit and run, it's a murder, one shot and I'm done

You can't respond cause your mouth is back at mum's, sucking away for

thoughts that can overflow and come but you're done and nothing is written

all is permitted, I am an Assassin and you sir are my victim, a ghost screaming

in the system, a machine with no life and no living skynet but no quarter's

been given, I'm riffing off Shady XV cause your crap is from 2003, I can

rap faster, spit badder but no matter it's not a race, it's a notion to put

you through your paces, at the gates and off my brain it's not the same

GK is lame, Razorback is the new face of rap and the one to look up

cause all are a just shook from mountains look up, see god and get bucked

This ain't a new ground but I flash like thunder and crash in the pan like

I was ridley down under, not sunburnt, not unheard, unleash twain on this

broken down train like a handing a grenade to a blind man to wait

take a number, hell to raise, like Kavorkian sauntered in, got a pen, wrote

his shit and left at ten to kill more men cause reapers are cheaper than

government shit, I must admit you put up a fight but still couldn't hit

brokeback mountain crashed down on your crib but Maybe Take a Vitamin

or something cause shit, your time is wasting get off my dick

stop trying to eat, I'm a Dreamer, I killed Satan and smashed the bridge to Oz

so stop rhyming and go back to your day job with your gay mobs

and your 24/7 dollar an hour headache and drop, cause I'm the supercalifristicated

always and expected sadist, murdered all the latter day saints with a payment to

Satan, gave plaintiffs a raise it was simple, I ate it and teeth were abated and shredded

the pavement, I eat God Kings for breakfast, you're not a King, you're Andrew Ryan

A sorry objectivist in a world collectivist in a place of silent rest with no morality

so say goobye to reality cause I just outrapped this horrid excuse of a formality

GK should be Grumbling Keep cause I just smashed the wall like Helms Deep