I’m a skooma dealer selling death to the Grim Reaper

A tarot card reader who’s only result’s the Reaper

Death and me been engaged but commitment’s a fickle creature

Due to my parents marriage confused at what is a keeper

You are where you lead her, I struggle to be a leader

If you wear wife beaters you probably mistreat her

I only wear armor so nobody digs deeper

Drugs stabilize demeanor before I bring out the heater

Rappers all stable lies with plaque in their teeth

These niggas ain’t got plaques but got a mouth full of cheese

These niggas ain’t got cheese but got a bag full of keys

All these base head bozos can’t rhyme on a beat

That’s why they turn up the bass when ever they speak

Inaudible grown children knock the fuck out their teeth

How you niggas want beef you can’t chew with your gums

I don’t need to son babies man that shit ain’t no fun

Blood price passenger, paintings cardiovascular

Canvas depicts a massacre butchered by Soul Caliber

Nightmare incarnate the carnage my red carpet

I’m carving open contusions like sharks to a wounded target

Long been a marksmen but now I’m the trending topic

Cuz niggas now a days get their edge from a hot topic

Battle hardened defensives, you niggas are James Harden

I’m hard inside of the paint like colors dried by Father Time

Who’s tougher than motherfuckers who salt the earth with a line

Conquering several cities for play like it was rehearsed

Persons belong in hearses don’t tell me that you’re disturbed

Cuz it only gets worse from here under the dirt

Skull invaded by worms with little care for privacy

Inhaling age with no luxury for the niceties

Idly imprisoned till choked under the surface

It’s murder when I resurface from slumber behind the curtains

The newest version of alternative black wordsmiths

Who fucks nerd virgins consenting to evil curses

Alone, 16 deep with the voices inside my head

So fuck a team my 16’s squared and want you fuck niggas dead

Put you niggas to bed like an infant who starts to cry

It’s bye bye to these lullabies, your raps I call it suicide

I’ve always thought of suicide before I could fucking drive

Life’s a game and I’m a hacker with a crack

Downing medication till my eyes roll back

Only time I relax is really never at all

I’m either a fucking wreck or causing records to fall

I’m either a draft bust or need my name in the hall

It’s all a luck of the draw when ever I draw comparisons

I don’t have an audience, accepted
Only by skeletons

Penned it for Hell’s denizens, blending bodies to beverages

Master of fire elements even if kids are negligent

I’m a masochist only living for kicks

But I’ve always been sadistic and itching to catch a lick

My tongue is a deadly weapon on mics or on her clit

Daily roulette that picks whether I give a shit

The only legit dark knight, knighted in the dark night

By queens of the stone age, the black plague of the dark times

These hard rhymes need hard time, this shit is a crime

Told Jesus I’d believe him if he gave me a sign

It said dead end for sinners so I drove off the pine

I said fuck a fake nigga who needs change at a shrine

I rather change my perspective and give change to the poor

Lining up to pour punch with a punch I can hide

You niggas roll with the punches like a slave to the ride

Rappers surf on a wave Jone’s Kool-Aid provides

A passive motherfucker, give impressions that I’m kind

But if you test me motherfucker I will surely end your kind nigga