War Party

(feat. Horror City)

I'm that **** up in your brain with syringes

Comin through, kickin doors off the ****** hinges

I'm in this, like forty fiends on seven day binges

Comin with my felony offenders, drinkin Guinness

The slender of a never ending back bender

My agenda be the legal tender, blue fox in the winter

Say it with me, yes, mad style in the streets

******es that be blowin up my hip with mad beeps

Murder me? You musta never ****** heard of me

I get thank you letters from emergency for fillin vacancies

And don't even mention surgery, because they awarded me

For bein the man to do the most abuse to industry

Injure me, see the evil spirits enter me

Larry Single-tary, now who majesty, an entity (uuhhhh!)

If I cut you do you not bleed

If I bust up in a guts, you should not bear seed that resemble me

I hear the sound of **** fiends' screams

It's gotta mean somebody's scheme, on the stash again

I'm spittin hollow points like phlegm

I'd probably bring a friend but these days

I'm driftin off into galaxies

Feel the sea breeze throughout vicinities, eeaaaww!!

While prophecies that kick the sky splits

Omigod, droppin clips is this the end?

Forever I'll be never injured, why because the devil had me shook

I'm shakin, this evil spirits takin flesh is bakin in

Here's a, special delivery, of the pain and misery

Can you maintain it? The degrees of temperature can be caused

I'm the guy that pulls the wool over your eyes, and move

At war speeds, do 45's in the skies, and be

Whatever y'all call that, that bridges the gap

And in suspended animation and reality rap

Picture like Kodak, and wax flows clean as Kojak

And you know that, all front row wigs get blown back

Deacon, comin up the rear with the wicked

Two felony convicted, Colin Ferguson

Murderin, open up your guts kid, what?

I'm diesel like three fifty, woke up with mad cuts

And don't give a ******

I snatch the soul out your back, so how you figure

You could hold your ****** own, you're a clone

Alone in the world, know I tend to be

Once a friend of me, now we're known as bitter enemies

Check it, check it

We charge up like a nine volt, drama beef

You better hold I pack a 45 Colt with a mad kick

Cause when I lit, the ho's got snitch

You better duck quick before you get your *******rls knicked split

I blaze knock this one, it's on it's on, for reals

Steel pull out, call my bluff, a ****** fade to sear

In a second or a minute I reckon I be in it

Full-on flanks for high banks, tanks ???

Enough of this S and M

Them leather wearin ******es whippin men

From a corner of a dead end, I can't forget my dead friends

And that's what makes my brain sporadic

Plus I got a bad habit, of mixin alcohol with automatics

Who got static? I came to set it off and get this party started

Those who provoke, is gettin choked, I aint no ****** joke

My friends won't go anywhere with me, anyone in the vicinitiy

Charged with conspiracy get death by electricity

******s get confused, not knowin what I'ma do

I sit and wait for ******s to make an ill-advised move

I save the way that could be from here to there

Bustin shots, some secluded spots you don't know where

So where art thou, where art thou

Talkin about your dead family members, pal, don't ****** around

Or for cryin out loud, tellin' you now from Jump Street

Whoever steps up I'm leavin them bleedin' profusely