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CREEP! Catch him out in the street
‘n shoutin' at people—while he's handing out
these free vaccines with a rusty needle
must be evil, must be keeping a piece,
well it isn’t juxtaposition, I open stitched
up ears so that fucks can listen to the beat
tears flow in a stream, sewin’ up seems
of a human centipede, stiflin’ dreams
likin’ the screams, my new routines
grave-digging, day-tripping
gotta get the weight flippin’
back in the day I called it a skate-mission
lazy sippin’ liters of lean
with a swayed vision
y’all are target practice, treat all the rappers
like clay pidgins—it’s the same villain
who stay killin’ ‘em for the sport
with a fork, a knife, a napkin
stab a pig and the main course is pork
authentic utopia
awful friendly, I'll smoke with ya
'til you're rendered annul via
fears and your hopes engulfin’ ya--
choking ya, Quod Erot Demonstratum
want it then I got it,
rollin’ thru decomposin’ bodies
with no survivors, leave ‘em throttled
ripped the final lynchpin out my wig,
so now I’m chain-smoking rappers
like they was pack of cigs
I got that itch, vindictive
leaving their skin blisterered
flick ashes with a lack of tradition
and then I ditch ‘em
pop a dose then I stop drop and roll
like I was on fire, cause I want the smoke
and y’all mothafuckas gonna supply it
take me higher, make me fry up
Inside of a deprivation tank and crying
as a sign of my ego-dying, like flying
through wide isles beguiled and timeless
architectural tiling, I can size up
monuments in our likeness and
then in Braille for the sightless
a psychic hailstorm of maelstrom
in which we fuse an amalgam of
talcum dust in a powder, sour but
now we’re cooking, spent an hour
looking for the rabbit’s foot then
grabbed a book and left it
bubbling like a brook--
the next ingredient was hooves
with the blood of a virgin youth
a curmudgeon within a dungeon
that bludgeoned a hundred two dozen troops—
so there isn’t nothing that this dude doesn’t do
the type to slam a hammer on a loose screw to jam it through...
CREEP! Catch him out in the street
‘n shoutin' at people—while he's handing out
these free vaccines with a rusty needle
must be evil, must be keeping a piece,
well it isn’t juxtaposition, I open stitched
up ears so that fucks can listen to the beat
tears flow in a stream, sewin’ up seems
of a human centipede, stiflin’ dreams
likin’ the screams, my new routines
grave-digging, and day-tripping
gotta keep the weight flippin’
back in the day I called it a skate-mission
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- Hip-hop & Rap