218s Yonkers Remix

verse 1

burn holes in my flesh so severe, holy water couldn't cleanse,

take a hose and rinse away, my guardian angels tears today,

play my sins over the television, while i bury bodys and call it composting,

demolition man, hollowing out skulls, and foreshadowing towards angels,

vague reflexes, sexist towards my opposite sexes,

spinning lines of gold, while spitting rhymes as sharp as porcupines,

simulating pornos, while oscillating her hormones,

shooting crossbows armed with jesus's crucifix,

rolling blunts laced with ecstasy, high rhymes entwined with signs,

never searching through trash, breaking innocent girls hearts with a sledge hammer bash,

laying down bouncing bettys like 1940s germans,

while sending messages through rhymes into minds of virgins,

burning churches, but praying within the steeple,

stinging like a beetle, when fucking your mom while shes bent in the fetal,

squirting diesel towards the tank, loading it with gas, and running her all night til she dies on the road,

tossin out milemarks, and searching for a rural landmark,

implying cardiac arrest, terrifying demonic guests,

yeah, this is the 218, gaining hate while loosing love, nothing matters in life, when your starving to death,

 

verse 2

sky diving, after high flying, hell bound, but still spitting a heavenly sound,

underground routes, trafficking children into foreign groups,

when spitting my verse, have satan pull up in a diamond coated hearse,

realistic hallucinations, automatic assassinations,

chronic time, running around earth like i have sonic time,

blast obama in his dome, go home, and lace my Cadillac with chrome,

psychologically insane, biologically feeling pain,

mines tossing around knee cartilages, like texas football teams,

grab a knife and slice childrens throats until the screams, turn into gruesome scenes,

after death grip the crucifix, and end the game after round two has been completed,

end it, dead.