Cypher w/ Neighbor
 

My swag lives forever.. keep the mask & Beretta w/ a flaskful of Devil's Cut
Plus, the strap where the weapon's hung got more rounds than Allen from Metal Slug

Let's go

Jedi master mind at burglary, a rawer devision w/ lawless petitions
Skywalker precision, dissapear from room to room faster than a Nightcrawler mission

The sawed-off I'm grippin leave all ya intestines on the walls of ya kitchen
Flawless precision.. I should be locked in a prison like Auschwitz victims, no Shawshank Redemption

Mind stranded like tom hanks & wilson, spinning swords like the blades on helicopters move
Taught to rule Pop sum shrooms it stops the room Metal to ur face like doctor doom

the recipes simple

lmmfao

My taste is pasta, shrooms and lots'a huge sausage cubes.
Buffet has lobster, too, displayed with globbed fondue.
Before the day hits stop and snooze, I chase with chocolate mousse.
Cardiac arrest, but I'll escape the hospital.

The Cypher Ace walking the clouds of heaven at a migrant's pace,
Splitting time & space in violent ways using a charade of Diamond blades

Got a heart like Nomak from Blade, blood sprayed will start it up
Outlast your average bastard, you Jon Snows ain't Stark enough
Why you barking, son? Handicapped is where you'll be parking, son
I deliver thrusts to a bitch's butthole, starfish quivering like It's Parkinsons

#shook

Shivering in the market like the produce section at a near-empty time of day,
these milfs with their nipples peeking.
Tempting. I'm your slave. Gently slide my way.

As I guide your face...towards the promised land....
It's a religious experience, and trust the only hell I'm fearin..
Is bein scared your grandma's got a rack thats stacked like Helen Mirren

And rape some prostitutes who wouldn't take some Popsicles as payment. Sock it to
their faces. Pop a few oxy's. Puke and wash their shoes in McDonalds food
you ate off the dollar booth. Grab a mop and broom and make em swab it smooth.

Caskets fell from clearings in the room. There's something here. I felt it move.
It's the thing that goes bump in the baby's crib. I'm playing with rattlesnakes and basilisks while Nero spells his tunes.
Gimme Shelter. Sympathy for the nearest hellion's gloom.
Maybe we aren't evil inside. Maybe we're all disease-enveloped tombs.

I can tell we're doomed, smell the fail that looms
Wear a tinfoil hat coz Cheyeahh tells us to
Fuck the world and I'm bailing' too
Got a fallout shelter and I'm selling food