Birth Of Sl!nky

The next to approach me i'll make your throat bleed-

leave you floating in your blood, while your choking.

I'm close to exploding, pot on a stove roasting,

"Do not provoke him or he'll -" (he'll what?) -

He'll spill, film the kill on a reel, invent the wheel-

cement a field and drill a decent into hell.

I'm sick of being belittled like Stuart Little,

poor fickle brittle Marcus stuck in the middle.

Step in to my darkness with one match lit,

how long before you got burnt finger tips?

Blurred vision and words from invisible lips,

pass me the mic, it's my turn to spit, listen to this.

Envision a kid with incisions on each of his wrists,

split by the hips and walking with claws as legs,

missing his head yet still able to talk some sense-

sick of your shit, so here is his, take a wiff of this,

instead of sitting on your ass smoking that spliff

ya braindead, and sl!nky is here with the brain meds

the pains there and it'll remain there no matter money or fame

yeah

 

but it's never gonna change

you see, people stay the same

 

I hate the way all these people judge,

I hate the way every woman i touch

gives me a rush, leaves me blushed

then turns my heart into fucking dust.

I'm bottled up with the cork sealed shut,

been shaken like fuck, the bubbles are building up

now im waiting to bust...

All over the crust, soak it up cause i must,

but the trust i love has formed rust. Hush!

Thats enough about love, lets talk some drugs,

ones that taint your blood and fill your brain with junk.

Heroin with no syringe, which vain should i cut?

pore it in and binge whilst it's still hot

and be ready to drop and sing as my veins rot

 

Hook:

We driving down the wrong side of the highway,

with a drawn ash tray, higher than a high plane,

swerved hit a... oops... now we died side ways,

risen from our graves with a craving for high brains

 

I'm stalking ya to corner ya, my cornea reflects my blade,

my hate concepts my steps in a way that nobody suspects my rage-

it's night, no stars or cars in sight, lit from the lightning strikes,

light rays cast my shade in way that alerts my prey, im hunting-

I'm punching, im kicking, im lunging and slitting and killing-

this innocent victim with precision, spinal incision, this is his final vision.

I'm only five foot four and no i don't oblige by the law,

i confined in jobs that require a clever sense of thought.

Randy get handy and help me depose of this corpse-

You see them cement blocks and cardboard box?

we're off to the docks to drop this body with sea rocks.

don't mock what i got cause it's better than... what you've got

im hot, so hot i make the sun jealous, ginger Denis the mence

i present as pretty as christmas present

with severed head in it with tethered ligaments feathered

shit, what the fuck is going on in my head n' wheres the pivot?

is it the bread i was fed as a kid? probbaly, i do look a bit odly

and girls be on bottom of me they sreaming "get off me"

 

[freestyle]