Spark Somethin’
7th Seal tell em how we do it out here
Know what I’m sayin'?
Lo Key, Wikid One, 2005
Demonic rhythms hit the system
6 trillion decibels
Ripping through ya legs until the
Flesh is looking edible
A cannibal animal killing heads
Like a sentinel
Your injecting some Benadryl cause
The pain is incredible
Fuck a Cerebus killer, I fuckin'
Sever the tentacles
From the head of Medusa and shove
The tech in her pussy hole
Pull the trigger watch the pussy
Blow apart in my face
I stuck my tongue in the bullet hole
No cartilage to waste listen muthafucka'
Cause I’m spittin' the last verse
I’m ridin’ bloody spinners on a cinnamon
Black hearse explosive with the raps
Till' the god damn track bursts
But then again, I based a fuckin
Song on a whack curse
But I don’t give a fuck
I took your forty and sipped it
So explicitly gifted with the
Sick and the twisted
Just give me your wrists kid
Cause I’m pissed that I missed it
As I slit it
It trickles out in front of the witness
Lokevelli and Tha Wikid One
Keep the guns cocked
And we always sparkin’ somethin’
Or be screamin "FUCK COPS!"
With the slugs and the drugs
Chillin' in the glove box
We bring it wicked in this bitch
Makin' all ya subs knock
I’m slaughtering the masses in gas masks
Interacting with
Fast casts of the acid you flash past
When I'm blasting
But a back scratched with cutlery
Up to be cuttin' he, guttin' he
Emergin' the gluttony of hip hop
It's tough to be original
I’m spittin everything through a subliminal
Mass murderin criminal
It's critical for cynical
Views to be expressed cause the
Game as we know it
Is overpopulated with the whack
Like I’m bloated you tried showing a label
Your demo fuckin' what?
You still a whack rapper with
A lisp and gut'
When I cut up a beat and lace it
Shit's injured any booth they got me in has
Got to be the insured
I'm just that vile, I smile while in denial
A vile of exile
Siles straight in to the bile
If I were to run up in to
Your show what would I see?
An audience of relatives and
I count about three
Lokevelli and Tha Wikid One
Keep the guns cocked
And we always sparkin’ somethin’
Or be screamin "FUCK COPS!"
With the slugs and the drugs
Chillin' in the glove box
We bring it wicked in this bitch
Makin' all ya subs knock
