[swifty o]

hard rock and orchestral dissonance, pretty sick isnt it?

tec 9 bitch, im grippin it, so you know who did the shit

when your ass gets fucked like deliverance, its the infinite

flows unlimited, this is the result of 4 hydros and 6 ritalins

had to smoke 2 bowls to do this shit without fidgeting

any fool in the way who aint givin in, gets what im givin him

bullet holes in ya liver, when clips are full i stand and deliver em

bone sliverin' damn, call me swifty scissorhands,

see me in ya back yard, probly piss ya pants, comin to get ya ass

emerge from the flame and darkness

live to spark shit, forever we been heartless

you might see people, to me they walking targets

even the hardest regard this as anything but harmless

so listen to the 40oz rubric, you fuckers too stupid, 

its the new stan kubrick, club to the streets all i hear is "man you sick"

think its just music, faggot, then do shit

i never draw the line at fightin, diss my shit its rifle-knife ya dyin

dont try to be bitin' or im wilin like a giant titan, chuckin lightning

slicin and dicin, butterfly knifin, enter a room and all the babies start cryin

im the reason for words like violent, hear me comin better hide ya diamonds

cuz this what happen if i catch yo ass shinin (take that shit)

every club bumps me, rockin the house, diss this get socked in the mouth, 

and knocked to the ground, have you holding ya face and floppin around 

while we stompin you down, my crew be mobbin you now

try to fight, ya teeth be bitin the street, stick some dynamite in ya ass, light it and leave

i know it sounds too sick but try and believe me,

death gets all emcees who try to defeat me



[satan165]

sittin here contemplating, whats the plan for me?

the master who gladly thrashes me daily

its crazy how shit works out, i dont know why

sometimes i want to cry, just another obstacle

lookin for bitches who suck dicks like popsicles

but instead im diggin in the jerk hopper

i feel feeble and weak but youll be leavin your teeth

on the curb when they knocked out, read it and weep

your death certificate, your breath is legitimate your last one

exhale and another doesnt replace it, youre forsaken

im trying desperately to stay on point, but feel knocked off

my cocks soft from beatin off, even the the tops raw

feelin philsophical, tryin to learn silent lessons

like to smother myself with pillows that quiet weapons

try it, step up, you shall not succeed

i decree, youll be weepin on your knees

as i lay in bed at night, i remember things

people, places, memories, old flames, past flings

im attached to all of them, even the people i called friends

but later recanted, understand it, now they all dead

some are not, but i wish they were

sometimes i wish i was the one in the earth

i have a lack of control in this verse, it comes from something deeper

i feel strange tonite G, it comes from inside me

my soul is bruised, battered, full of contusions and tattered

had a dream i was drivin with you in the back, kid

dont know where we were headed, nor where we had been

i had a shitty feeling and i didnt care for it

then i woke up, and the nightmare fell

sleep is no escape, waking hours are hell

ill continue to stumble until i find my end

natural causes or ill put a nine to my head