Snitches

Burning memories shattering through the dark deep fantasy's written in the logic

of my mind flawed as it is I will track your heat through the night fullfledged with me

you wouldn't like to pick a fight it would be an annihilation to end your hopless

plight rapping against me is like rapping against a beast with infinite energy

where as you raps are sharp to finite point with no joint connections snapping

your joints and using your bones as toothpicks crazy like ICP I'll hatchet you

that man I am the hatchet man coming to end your soul fagareyl coming to

stab you with Astral stars align and luck shines with me for real no tracking

me for your soul I will steal and reap in one clean sweep a benefactor to me reeling

you in extreme step up to the T Swing batta batta swing before I clip your wings and watch

you scream in pain just for fun something to entertain and to slay you would cause me no pain no

sleep lost for I first have to care to really be affected by this game haha

Ripping and catching you slipping taking shots but you missing so you better

be kissing my ass if you want your life to last Running and marking gunners

with an Infrared scope taking my mark and wiping your slate cleaner than soap

so you'd better hope I'm off my lane and I miss by an inch else you be lying

dead in the 3rd lane with my 3rd eye burning the mark of the beast into your

brain I have lain down my rules so now hark this I'll rule to be the best in this

never besting this never resting bitch 3 tracks in two day's that's gotta put me on the record

list put me somewhere I'm in my flow now take it to the track and I'll kill ya

whilst ya slow run slow clap fo fun know this your life is done P-W-J Cleaner

than an arrow this misapparel an accident you are has caused an interfereal

your body will disappear into thin aka bleach a knife and barrel so look down this barrel

and tell I'm fucking around I ain't i'll pull the trigger slap the black off you Brandon Alexander

your a little bitch nigger a quitter robbed me for a gram cause I wouldn't toke with him

how petty what a joke man I slice your throat and your house I'm burning down next already been

robbed once your mom and you are both blind bitches your mother a paid informant

those people get put in ditches Jumped me one night the only reason I didn't break your neck and

finish you is cause your little brother emmet crazy fucker would have run up and stabbed me in his

tennis shoes so say what you want but hark it i'll park you in your grave you little black snitch