Agony Fires
"Monsieur le juge, ce cahier contient des
Notes rédigées... J'attire
Votre attention sur les changements
Spectaculaires de style d'écriture
De ton et de point
De vue ce que vous avez sous les yeux
Ce sont les pensées intimes de plusieurs
Personnalités différentes
Si vous me permettez
Quelques explications... merci"
I lick a shot in the sky
A war don, you're gone cousin, Optimus Prime
You a bitch, one of 700 Solomon's wives
I was in Constantinople
During Ottoman's shine my Glock is a nine
My thirty-eight Wesson a beautiful bitch
You rhyme like a ho
Find a more suitable pitch
You bout to find out why German Lugers exist
Dig a hole, bury yourself, beautiful ditch
It ain't a single man living
Could fuck with the beast
Gay rapper, altar boy you fuckin' a priest
Fuck a cop, dirty pig we buckin' police
Dirt bag can't make money
He stuck in the streets
What you think? I'm sittin' in
This cage for nothing?
If they release me it's curtains
That's why I live in the dungeon
All black nothin' lit up, I set up walls
And hang body's that I hit up
Can't fit us all
Warchild got machetes with old
Blood on the tip
Paz sittin' with artillery to
Blow you to bit's
Shit, King Syze with the getaway
All black UConn, shoes on everyday
Gun play nowadays more frequent
More real niggas mad fallin'
Off the deep end and your life depends on me
I ice out the whole joint and
Put your men on freeze
You can start a riot in here
Now who's wit me?
Who the fuck gon' ride when
This shit get shifty?
Where my niggas at? I know who ride wit me
This Pharaohs shit fo' life
They gon' die right with me
Spur of the moment I could
Strike with a strategic blow
I hold the heaters low and ground
You up inside a pita roll
Explosive botanist
Obvious that I plant bombs
I stand out in crowds like
I got fluorescent pants on
Satanic candles lit in my recording room
I'm makin' hit's
Singing songs of death in Autotune
Put a bear-trap on ya ankle
Drop you off at Foot-Locker
Mug the manager like
"What the fucks poppin'?!"
Punks drop it, while I stand tall
You see me, you seen the greatest rapper
Modern man's saw
Electric meat-shaver that's a
Modern man's saw
Precision chop limbs after I body slam y'all
Hand saw, body chopper
Bloody opera singer, Satan's trigger finger
Rock the bells in Hell, call me a dead ringer
Freddy Krueger sweater, rock a Beretta cocker
I'll dead a copper
Head to Czechoslovakia 'fore they spot me
On security cams my maturity shows
When I take these young rappers
And I murder they flows
Including Weezy's and Jeezy's
If I had a genie
I'd make major label rappers
Ice Cube's and Eazy's
Monster with the frees when
I'm conquering MCs
I be airin' rappers out
Like I'm sponsored by Febreze
If you stop to get some Z's
I just haunt you in your dreams
Smuggle yay from Medellin and
Vacation in Belize please believe me