see you walking round like a neck broken cyclops
the juke i put upon you mighta wrecked both ya high tops
step into my thoughts, Michael Jackson psy ops,
watching you from every corner, every morning, eye drops

every border, pried off, sensimilia, tried pot,
eventually the fence is to sensible so I light off,
meth is offensive though for the methods i get high on,
tried it twice and elementary vices gotta die off,

all the terrified thoughts, buried five shots,
i wear the mass hysteria like victims wear the pine box
all encompassing, solemnly lay em in the dirt,
I body motherfuckers, so much gravity you stay inert

i got no scabs, i got no pistol in the back,
wanna see the female wrestlers fisting for the tag,
wanna breed the genesis with a sony and a mac,
i want the penmanship to reminisce like Kerose was the dad,

all you kids is-dead

we alright you all- suspect

all you kids is ass-blasted and plasted ya brain

never leave home without my- uncut rhymes

all you kids is ass backwards
all you kids is - suspect

baddest man out the bunch-unchained
all you kids is ass-blasted and plastered ya brain
baddest man out the bunch-unchained
blasted and plastered ya brain on the mattress

all you kids is suspect, we all right
you all hype
all you kids is dead
all you kids is suspect
all you kids is dead

I barely hear god
where my brothers at?
lunge at your lungs like a 25 tobacco pack
whacko close to wavo like a leader where they found me at
they found a fucking psycho outta tejas where a clown is at
we the faygo in ya fanny pack
the taste of all ya frowny cats ya hiding yer identity and tell me you a trophy act
stokey stoney asses wish in you were half as honest
otis broke ya holey ass
you wish i coulda hold it back
a souldja that’ll troll a goat and hold his fucking soldiers back
i throw a rock inside my fist yer molars took the blow in back
throat is swollen black
over capacity with blood no duckets back
i’m holding holey ash and all
the cash the middle of the middle
coastal pope is back
smokin stacks the lungs are golden
rolling smoke to show you that
i really been ordained to be insane upon a global path and now the
cult is on the stage
and in a state of innovation deviate an indication of deranged emcee immittaion isn’t paid
so im giving divinity and making you get yourself engaged


back in the fold, like fat in a roll,
track is actually badder and
i’m a bastard but last of the bold
he passed it to fasten the mold,

and that’s a ladder, though don’t raise it up to the attic,
that’s some old ass shit from the lower class
i gave mine better habits

ya assholes are rabid, i never asked for forgiveness,
i’d never wish upon a star, i’d rather piss on your remnants,
you think the attitude is bad, that’s my whole adolescence
i mask it too and have a brew or two when I’m tensive

my sentiments to the cook, i’m tentative when i hook
i’m elevated when I push play and things are afoot
i don’t play i came a minute short and a penny breath,
pretty fresh, with all that iron in them panties yes,

i shoulda used more, I used to abuse a newport
like japanese in duece war, i crap on a capatalistic animal,
like a food court

late stage and asking for more, cancer and off to the morgue
passing the buck and the torch

so when I move on, i wanna bring the populace
the entire fucking world will have to drop a shit,
forcing mustard, catch em dead like condom mits
backed up in the consciuosness, heads up the apocalypse