Zoned - DMather

Beat is from Muerte - Jedi Mind Tricks

Lyrics:
I Hit you in the face with the titanium fist
Fuck around and be gettin your cranium split
Im trainin your bitch, regurgitate uranium spits
Im flamin em quick & you just drainin the wit
Slaying your bitch, brain like the science center
Im an appliance inventor, i require compliance when you enter
Hit the center of your mentor with the black silenced ventor
Sent her to the bedroom now imma go augment her
Flow stupid, im fuckin droolin on my bib
Just gruelin your ribs, Fueling metal slugs in your crib
Im schoolin you kids, shoot you with eight gats at once like i was a squid
So godamn high youd think i was ruling the lids
But im just foolin you skids, catch your comb with a gaff
Then crucify your bitch, i nail her dome to the staff
Im 'sine'in your graph tailin you in a chromed out giraffe
throw my wrath like stone
If life is a game then mang you just got owned
Im zoned, tapped directly into your phone
Invadin your home with razor blades and bones
laser cascades flowin with parades of tones
Your bitch bought and sold like the motherfuckin dow jones
And my switch catchin your chair like leones
oops i meant leons, spittin like banshee spawns
moses, walk up to the shore and the sea's withdrawn
Call me genghis khan, ruling you bitches like azerbaijan
Im a trumpeter swan and you just tropical prawn
your depending on, and sellin my gospel to john
a prerequisite to death call me sine qua non
spittin you out like a bitter pecan
my bars are gone, like a patient in mental hospital
Them metal popsicles settle into your optical
This is the chronical, of the story of my life
the story of how i was standin over your bed with a knife
Giving your head a slice, you speds get diced
And i met your girl last night, she give head thats nice
I was bred in ice, and im sheddin you lice
A complicated device, fuck with me and end up with your head in a vice
Treadin these mice, im badder then mike jackson
splatter tykes backs in, im sicker then a crack binge
So far out like the back fringe but on point like the tacks in
Lookin at these other rappers like where my snacks been?
I crack skin, then the bones that its holdin in
I got this shit covered up like a safety pin
the grace of my sins, and I always hastily win
Pull up and get out like i aint even got in
Im wastin your men, we at war and you just bracin your den
Im meltin the pen, motherfuckin hotter then cayene
John glenn, im in outerpace orbit
Rhymes so tight youd think they'd be wearing a corset
Painting a portrait, With tranquilizers like i was a horse vet
a coarse threat, with no need for reinforcment
The task force aint arrive at my door yet
Im just bleeding out some thoughts on the page
Rising up motherfucker top of the gauge
My props are onstage and im droppin the rage
gotta cough up the age of hoppin the cage
Beast on the mic man im priesting these dykes
Reachin for the spike to strike the reich
Climbin to the top like a fuckin mountain bike
countin nights, till i wake up from the nightmare
My eyes are closed but the fuckin image is still there
I kill bears with my bear hands call me a skilled heir
spill nil squares, creaping upon you like ill air
I instill pain upon you with simply a glare
Im still there even though you cannot see me
And im at peace with the world, call me francis of assisi

Category:

Music

Tags:

• jedi
• mind
• tricks
• muerte
• hip
• hop
• rap
• music
• song
• rapping
• hiphop
• underground
• rapper

[scuntism]

Pathetic.