Originally Posted by J.T.S.
with hot ones from lyrical shot-guns
he got son's that specialize in deadly spot runs
as well as set-up dimes i bring revolutionary warfare like god-son
hit his chest with the poker before he sipped his milk talking about got lungs?
Whoever didn't cover their ears got stung
i'm the shit that's why i got run
Shuttin shit DOWN!
weep for lost babylon,
the bleeding god, the forgotten sheep slaughtered in a forest of evil fog
bordered by a sea of faults,
fleeing mobs turn to see the holocaust and become kings and queens of salt
screaming shots, police and chalk,
wingless fallen demons walking among us as people...