Sinister

Call the authorities I'm on a horror spree

Cutting off limbs like I'm deforesting

Splitting to the soul I know no control

Full of holes and my sanity is sold

I'm stalking up the concrete head rock beat

This aim is deadly you're just dead meat

My head is filled with images of broken appendages

Writhing in pain because there's no one there to mend it

That's the slice from my tongue, the spice that I spun

The light from the gun, it's the fights that I won

Imma beat you savagely with your last cabbage leaf

In other words your ear is gonna knock your cabbage free

Every man that tests me is fired like a gun shell

from a nine into a spine that can't run well

You can call the cops too, none of it affects me

I need a chase to win a race and somebody to catch me

It's the wicked rhyme spitter, the slick crime committer

Sewing shut your mouth and have your own eyes delivered

 

...I backtracked the day I dropped the backpack

Somehow I think I'm not the one with the last laugh

These life choices are quite boisterous, remind me

why I tried hoistin' em, you know my spine's tiny

I'm a dangerous sort of man, a young Mance Rayder

Harder to read than braille on sandpaper

 

My life took a turn, now I like to get a burn

I'd like to get a turn just so ash it like an urn

I'm in my own orbit, the morbid forest

surest to bore with the boorish horse shit

Smile at me and i react to it violently

I'll attack you in the street and i'll do it silently

Now i've got to drop it hot like the Dogg said to do

Piss me off again, its the dogshed for you

This time i clocked in, no time for caution

Making teeth bleed like the dentist when he's flossin

I'm back for a whack track, attic in the abstract

Hotter than the fire that they made for Radshack

I'm rolling super tight like a nice bowling night

Holding to the mic like controlling wives

I'm a boss at it, the nauseous naus addict

Washing off cabbage that I twist cuz I'm bomb at it

Instinctual habits, i'm a fictional passage

Fishing hole captive, hooked on the lavish

If sin is the problem then I'm sure not solvin it

Lookin in the mirror always makes me ball a fist

Acknowledge it, you can likely understand me

You just cant admit you are gambling with Plan B

Just listen to my wisdom, pay attention to my words

I'm spouting off the top, here's a session of my verbs

The sickest and quickest, the misfit rich kid

You're never gonna fit in without my permission

An assortment of evils, i can't name one

I'm tripping over words like the hamstring's strung

I'm gonna be blunt with you, roll it with skunk truth

No one loves you, you're dated and dumped, dude

I'm slick lipped lipstick, spittin it cryptic

Flippin sick, crisp like a cookout picnic

I'm droppin all these lines like they're classes in college

Lookin at my life with my glasses polished

Now my rhymes are flier than a paper announcement

My raps are so dope people pay by the ounces