cuntshaft: Age up 45 6 with the trips zip the 9 9 tail red whip the whip sail right through their necks mine dyed red bloody sun touch these snoozed fools with these tools boolin with the wrong mules pour the booze on their breast set the stove leave the set cigarette light the tip take a puff of the piff savor it light the red phosphorus leave the scene no one's seen nothing cuz there's nothing to speak nothing to see nothing to hear nothing but bumps on the mirror dope ain't to cope it's just the rope but I'm laying the pipe if she got the dough kick in the door swingin my new score, ass drop fast gotta creep low low

SOOAETTWJIMA: try to pick my brain, I do this shit like Janet Frame. Call yall young dully’s, never knew insane smelling like tooth decay cuz I grind like whole grain. I’m higher than top grain call my styrofoam cup brunch cuz I serve it up fancy call my cart petty too Call my art petty too, call my scale alex bell Call my phone answer well Can't serve that soup hot if you're serving from your mouth, the gross pot sticks up from old grow spots, I cycle that shit like old slots like I think thoughts, I don't thank thots, I crank hot jank jots like I mash, Mott's. None of my bitches criss-cross. The criticism comes, comestibles, but where's the bowl bearer. You're adage error, you speak rarer, terrified like agoraphobes at festivals, you fall in impinged. I'm a deep farer, rich, wet sturgeon, no, surgeon or Tyson cause my speech not correctable, lobes like collectibles, delectible like Dahmer. Leaking bitch has my number under the sink, call me the plumber. Make her eyes roll back like a seizure, Dick so cold make her shiver, icy cold, put it in her at my leisure. EpilepDICK: Slide me oh that fuckin slut get that ass up on my pistol dick frustrated thrust my dagger thrush with mushy rust stab dey bitch roll dey blunt lick the gums all wit my gun all wit the tech e-god he got no bus I'll bust dem quick week after week I reek of oxydation freak dis dish muh lungs the mission but my brain the destination on this shit don't need permission couldn't sniff this all evn if you were omniscient couldn't find the body even if you were an accomplice wit it stowed in the closet while they search yo apartment. I body these bodies these bodies all under me body a sonnet she blow 14 lines then me Another body she brang to bang on the dick but see this body a shame to put in the dirt and leave But hey, that pussy a mill, separating head and chaff, that pussy a meal I get my fill and fill her up, cup of pills, pills are up on my script, salva now, peeling her skin and looking through her eyes through the back of her head, no chaff now except blood raining like a chaff grenade pow, sinew screams like a sow from muscle bound to bone, I pound out the ground ligaments and cartilage I'm about the meat, I found the beat. I found the beat. why don't you go beat that meat bitch.

First you gon point to where all yo flockas at den Im gon shoot you full of holes before u start at them Scoot you towards the door as we shout duct tape his ass then I scoop all that drip, all your cheddar jack Deuce deuce to your dome tell you better call her back Ask her for the plug we know she's up all shagging um I got the fam at her back door gonna catch her lackin then a mac 10 clean through her head and its still saggin, well we know thats for the speed all up on pup We know his speedial's 4 all up on her cell treat it like game bitches all do tell you're all just leverage, all just something to sell Now, smell the tiles, spill all that matters onto the floor.