STYLE
06-05-2011, 11:57 PM
sorry skampoe this mutherfuker keeps runnin up to me with dope in his hand knowing i'm tryin to quit. i wish the nigga would leave me alone so i can finish my rehab. but every time he comes around he throws my whole work schedule off.
i got another track that will salvage your verse. hold up.
k11NijDuDuE
i'm based on carbon 6 protons neutrons electrons
u make the connection this vibration is pure napalm
the hellspawn takes me away like calgon
to combine with the gog and magog
collide with god like the hadron with my war paint on
these are the lasts days and last nite i performed the last rites
wearing a mason apron praying the patron saint of the photon
the star of the morning the son of the dawn
i'm the acorn that grew into the tree at golgotha
whose roots sipped the blood sweat and tears like mimosa
when christ cracked under the pressure from visions of the future
reduced to an icon a charm on a chain collecting dust on my dresser
i'm inhalin of dust off the dresser
7 grams laid in the shape of a penta
i'm like tesla playing with energy letting entities enter
extra extra read all about it
they the good book's the truth but nigga i doubt it…
u can tell me i'm not right but u salty like lotts wife
i fux with fallen angels that be carryin god's light
my bat wings flap like the dark knight that blow whirlwinds of hell flame
that take lives n throw angels into nosedives n tailspins
word to my seven horns and the deadly sins
i take pride in my blood lust so feel the wrath of the envious
im greedy and glutton for punishment
with claws of a sloth but the speed of a mongoose
turn the sacrifice back to saltines an grape juice
jesus must hate you cause he aint came back to save you
got u looking to the sky str8 waiting for take two
while theres demons at your door more than happy to take you
hes fake dude
i got another track that will salvage your verse. hold up.
k11NijDuDuE
i'm based on carbon 6 protons neutrons electrons
u make the connection this vibration is pure napalm
the hellspawn takes me away like calgon
to combine with the gog and magog
collide with god like the hadron with my war paint on
these are the lasts days and last nite i performed the last rites
wearing a mason apron praying the patron saint of the photon
the star of the morning the son of the dawn
i'm the acorn that grew into the tree at golgotha
whose roots sipped the blood sweat and tears like mimosa
when christ cracked under the pressure from visions of the future
reduced to an icon a charm on a chain collecting dust on my dresser
i'm inhalin of dust off the dresser
7 grams laid in the shape of a penta
i'm like tesla playing with energy letting entities enter
extra extra read all about it
they the good book's the truth but nigga i doubt it…
u can tell me i'm not right but u salty like lotts wife
i fux with fallen angels that be carryin god's light
my bat wings flap like the dark knight that blow whirlwinds of hell flame
that take lives n throw angels into nosedives n tailspins
word to my seven horns and the deadly sins
i take pride in my blood lust so feel the wrath of the envious
im greedy and glutton for punishment
with claws of a sloth but the speed of a mongoose
turn the sacrifice back to saltines an grape juice
jesus must hate you cause he aint came back to save you
got u looking to the sky str8 waiting for take two
while theres demons at your door more than happy to take you
hes fake dude