THE DOPE CREW
The kids in my clique lick the blood from my wrists
I'm the liquor that they mix im the poison im the fix
the blast the mish mash the green the red the blue the black
The families r getting distant cause were asking for our caskets
My dudes run hard - fasten tact upon they ass
they be asking where im at cause im nasty on the track
Each mind I come across I inflict conflict
cause the shit that i spit is so toxic,
I make the kids in my audience need doctor visits,
the speakers need bleach when I leak my inner thinks,
Corrupt the innocent with a whisper,
A lick from my tits - instant paralysis of limbs,
i'm vicious and infectious, cause more than hookwinks.
I'm blasphemous I'm murderous I'm horrendously equipped
I'm a sinner and a tick under your skin I'll make you itch
I Spike souls of hollow drones and imprison organisms with my visions cause my mission is collision into schism
Like a sniper super righteous, my psycho eyes on my prizes
like bukkake crime crews my strike your demise
i advise you keep your eyes diverted from this spectacular sight
My finger on the trigger, mmm edge of righteous i wanna linger TRY ME ONE TIME, MY ILL RHYME NEVER GONNA QUIT
Welcome to my dome buckle up and take a ride,
In the land without a buoy we don't bob from side to side
we deep we slip we shoot the shit to keep us right,
Run away says your craze but ur blunt mind says sit tight
alright, we in this thing to die
Shit gets risky quick when fools wanna roast my mind
like dietitions saying fist sized chicken cut'll do you right
Never slay but rule of thinble kinda nice
I'm the noose Im the dart Im the devil little nark
Im inertia, im the reincarnation and the start
(I stay poise never tarnished, My Carnage cant be thwarted)
I hop and skip your pulses as i drown you in the ocean
like erosion i rub close enough to make you lose your focus
I'm deep, Im creepin from below so watch your toes
like mycelium growth i be coming from below
youre a little turned away - but away with all your thoughts
Ill poison your livestock and fill your tombs up to the top
plaque your dome and stop your heart with evil rotten plots
kick your will my way i crop it n testafy it
fumble you like a crumb toss your toes n tar them
Im amanda kellah hamlin sent to end the damn parade
Im here to set your floats ablaze, ill ruin everybodys day
While im strapped embedded locked in a Tabernacle
A fox no den a pack of wolves in zen
I shout I rap Ill trap you Ill attack
When suicidal losers wanna get that little thing they lack
I lay down the facts and hang them upon the rack
I used to lose it cause this monkey's on my back
Now hes my main criptic passenger im glad to have him stacked
I fade in and out but i was made to get it out
But never willl I pass this damn thing down
Im a doll, son of a biscuit, coppin' dice
Roll the glock over top it off cause im outta sight
Love this shit to pieces but im bleeding out my christ
drippin on your gown red blood from my mic
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