Sick Mind's Cypher

[Mr. J]

Nothing but murderers to scrap your brains of the sidewalk/my sidearm is like God/pray you dont end up on the wrong side/I rob/I pod full of my thoughts/my palm hides another dime I give to the wrong mind/Im gone like/baby daddys leaving baby mamas flipping krabby pattys in crazy armor/spanking all ya with a pair of pincers crafted from anchor/ya ya/this steel will gonna cause you ill will they gonna need to call chill phil and ask him whats the real deal/still ill...still kill with the nonsense I pop heads til they drop dead/who wants to get caught next they couldnt find you like the loch ness/you broads test Im sending you abroad next to meet a broad stressed with a broad tech/ready to blow like a bobomb head/she winded up ready when time is up with enough dynamite to stump a chump whatty what no need to buddy up with your partners you chubby fuck you all going down like silly putty trusssssst...