Old collab with my dude Curse from ncs1.

[Geno]

Curse.
Whats a rampage? A basket case- commit mass rape, stab, maim- a few hand grenades, blast the gauge, shove your face in the fan blades, laugh, play in the blood splattered on your lamp shades, masquerade at a caberet, get the facts straight, my swags great, every pair of tits and ass gonna learn how my shaft taste, stand, wait- for the manager to agitate, pull out the mack, spray, listen to the bullets collaborate, down his back, waist- collapsed legs, the whole shit on your youtubes, make a mask change, reanimate, start a new massacre lookin for faggots to castrate, I dont gotta shit talk, when i can grip yall- around the neck with hands like pit jaws, from where you stand ..then pinfall, the new debo snatch the tricycle from jigsaw- then cripwalk, over and ambush my sniper while hes wipin his lens off, smack the shit outta limbaugh and drag him thru crenshaw, im pissed off- like johnny 23 when he was set fire by pinball, im in the restroom- kick stalls, cuz i dont give a fuck about your privacy the way connecticut did griswold...

AnOn.
...No shitballs, cause after I sip sauce, I'm snatching wallets and makin deposits -faster than your handkerchief falls// I get lost -with no coordinates, insubordinate, convinced ill die as poor shit, pour the fifth, and still kick sick performances// unfortunate -cases of karma, babies and mommas, rabies the scratch gave me from car rust, sniffing saw dust, call n get cussed out as quick as my boss does// live in a small bus -special ed in the house, with definite doubts, no lead pencils allowed, stencils of clowns, proud, and you might find weapons around// kept in the house -hidden, bound for prison, ten seconds from injections that put down your kitten, sippin, I'm a fountain -pissin, on your couch n listen.. to the sound of your drownin surrounded system// down for missions -ill rob you nicely, on the propper night be -Pooky verses ice tee, fight me, snatchin womens nikes//.