Bored at work registering deaths. Anyone wanna cypher?
 

LETS GO!

whatever you prejudice clone, just let it alone,
how you gonna register ya own w/the lead from the chrome spreading ya dome?
y'all all about America always thinking of us
messy hair but your teeth are in desparate need of a brush
we started from the bottom now we keeping it up
like I popped Viagra & I'm greasing ya slut
she fiending to sput, a demon, seeding her muff

yo

I'm stolen, cold as mystique, no pulse in the ink
You better down that shit, bitch, I ain't holdin' ya drink

I’m like Logan in this, better watch my berserker rage,
‘fore I totally flip and put one in your vertebrae.
The Shogun has risen, and copped me a perfect blade
for the souls of my victims that Hanzo had purpose made.
It was long but was worth the wait, now I’m back with a vengeance
and a lung full of purple haze bein’ passed my direction
that kicks like the snub of a .38, class is in session,
If you’re lucky I’ll terminate ya need for anti-depressants.…

Livid rhymes thru sadistic lies, that are split in time wit solicit minds
& finish crimes, Seeing thru ur soul wit the same pupils as riddicks eyes
Start shit im the hardest reguardless, get ur head brass knuckled till it tarnish
monster wit bars bitch, stomp till the bodies are coverd in more red than carnage
Switch ready to stab fuck the remorse, bodies i wanna see tore
Rapidly shank to bleed more, Blade sharper than the scorpion kings sword
Swag magnificent blast & rip a bitch, clash we slit ur wrist...slash n split the hits
they trash we laugh dont give a shit, mattic rapidly spit & hit ur men

Hash oil got my lungs mad spoiled so less than 7 grams a joke
Dutch and bud embroiled in a tight coil- it cost at least 100 bucks to smoke
Outdoor or endo ashing at my beamers window doing 80 at least
Fuck the hate and deceit. A Thousandaire in Aruba making it rain on the beach
I never listen what lames talk. Grateful for the greatness my lane bought
U shoot off ur mouth I'm in VIP having shoot outs wit champagne corks

Here's the thing

yall hand game's short, a damn shame of course what you preech is deceit
fist'll breach all yah teeth make yah knees hit your feet, I got reed Richards reach
This what they teach in the streets? no plan is discreet but women flee from the weak
But my bitches change like mystique with a range of physiques and plead for the meat
Then say please for the skeet, see I dominate chicks from moms with 8 kids
To dominatrix or dimes wit fake tits its a method man but more on my Johnny blaze shit
Frank a don just face it, u stuck with masturbatin, im fucking going spastic morphin
But this bastards scoring, shit even sue storm couldnt make my fantastic fore skin
Disappear wit'her elastic whore lips, room trashed with more spit, she twitch the dick stops
Hands on her slim waist, supposed dim place, still noticed the hoe had a Grimm face...
..so I told the bitch to kick rocks