07. Corpse Paint

many thoughts I have are the darkest artist so fucking dark I mean I seem heartless fuck & feast a carcus blunts heavy sparking you steady barking your head I'm steady marking you becoming prey ya turning me to hate & when you do that it means a burden's made heart in this instrumental it's that heart beat fork & knife in hands if you start beef that's my bread & butter you're fuckin' with I put the fun in funeral & I'ma have some fun with it sheit, me & my lupine mate all you see is dark sides howls from these wolves like some war cries shit in my mind is coming to life like I'm doing acid my villains got hot biscuits straight out the basket only freaks understand my ways like Cirque De Soleil staring at blood streams I cannot ignore mang I'm a dead man walking that's why I wear corpse paint Eastern Ave, Eastern Ave Las Vegas for sure mang pen is mightier than the sword murder was all I wrote that's why I grabbed your head & stabbed my story into your throat we are alligators we chomp at allegations I don't jump to conclusions, conclusions jump to me My truth is so ugly why you wanna fuck wit me? Why you wanna fuck wit me? conclusions jump to me I was on the edge of sanity til I fell IN bash your face in then slash like Jason most need to shut their fucking mouths I don't need to hear it like a dis to my appearance will leave you disappearing man I'm bananas & my banana split go hard with a crowbar as I slam & hit I been causing accidents from an emotional mess I didn't see it clearly til I was holding your neck I don't raise hell cuz hell raised me bad nerves on the trigger finger itch like scabies I'm off the wall like a padded 1 hunt for me better grab a gun street style like a hobo punk bastards don't know though who's got the meaner burn when I make the sun set with a scowl devoured like a meal stomach upset with a growl it turns red like my eyes a sign of "fuck you!" I write it in the Art Of War like Sun Tzu fist to fist wit cha dig a ditch wit cha only at your wake will you get the big picture fangs out like razors stalking you like gators it'll be sooner than later get discontinued like pagers S.I.D.R.O.E. you goddamn bitches, S.I.D.R.O.E.! Aut disce aut discede...2013 on ya ass