Off With Thier Heads
Most of my friendships are deceased the rest will probably be dead soon
Im chasing the bag like a dad who just caught a boy in his daughters bedroom
Smooth like newborn skin but flows too sick they need to quarantine the booth
I wear a hazmat suit when I spit the radiation readings are through the roof
I don't dance but if I did id be doing an old school boogie
I straighten things out when shit get crooked BLAM you right there with everyone looking
If the chickens clucking I have to poke her in gizzards
Shell come home acting different you'll wonder whats gotten into her
You won't hear a sound cause I'm making sure the first shots hits
Shots made your car bounce witnesses thought that you had a switch
But I didn't leave anyone standing cause I had a cannon in each hand
And I had no demands or plans for a ransom I just came to induce panic
Chopping like a logger theres no way that you're dodging
The whole box of rounds ripped and went straight through none were lodged in
I was the only one I was looking up to the whole time I was brought up
And Ive gotten even smarter and I drag alot harder
The smokes so thick I'm just laid back
You on some hoe shit we don't play that
Y'all were phony back then we all know that you're still bluffing
Ill tighten that ass up quick and make um feel something
Million pounds of pressure boy I bet I won't bend
This aint for you this aint for them this is for the living dead
For anyone who has ever understood any word I've said
Pinned by the neck for disrespect its off with their heads
Blood stained wooden block at the bottom of the guillotine
Watch who you follow or it could be your head lopped off
The next time the blade is released
Why do cops expect hustlers to stop when all the blocks are filled with fiends
And clinics are lined up bright and early
So they can turn around and sell it for what they really need
But I guess its just silly me cause nobody likes to talk about kind of stuff as it seems
We don't hear much of me in the mainstream I feel like it goes
Industry underground and then theres me
But its not because I don't fit in or I'm stuck in between
Its because when I see my reflection is the only time
I see somebody thats fucking with me
The anger rises and I start slurring my sentences
Thats when the murderous intentions kick in
And my pen begins writing horror scripts
Even the spectators die because they were all unaware
That the whole time at the concession stand
I've been selling cyanide flavored dummy bears
I don't take no orders but I can whip you up a filleted face flambé
Put all these sissy rappers on one street and they can start a gay pride parade
Ill give you til the count of three but I'm shooting on one
Stay tuned folks were just getting started theres more to come
The smokes so thick I'm just laid back
You on some hoe shit we don't play that
Y'all were phony back then we all know that you're still bluffing
Ill tighten that ass up quick and make um feel something
Million pounds of pressure boy I bet I won't bend
This aint for you this aint for them this is for the living dead
For anyone who has ever understood any word I've said
Pinned by the neck for disrespect its off with their heads
