Dumping for the Sake of it.

[Geno]

Skilled with the writtens, Pardon my ability to really be wicked
Dug urself a nice whole, eventually ill use ur bones to fill in the ditches
I'm still in the mixes, cause how you gone doubt main ingredients
If your words are weapons. mine r the reasons your plainly eating'em
Brain completely numb, so doped up you can not even touch me
Trust me, cause I'm high on more percs than a compliment junky
Nobodies above me, not when it comes to puting life in perspective
Give you that hardcore dose of reality, and all types of injections
Gen the viking, the legend, one of the few that you wanna behold
As for lyrics, you want mine so bad that your covered in coal
Quit shoveling snow, too many primative fucking writers exist
might be a vet, but ur best work is stone age wether you like to admit
I ain't the slightest convinced, my prime has yet to reveal
ill take your heart, leave your body parts across the rest of the field
Rip the crest from your shield, it looks like pedestrians cross
Your bitch intoxicated, she won't wipe the scents of me off
I march like centipedes walk, one man battalion of rage
The biggest problem with your sorry ass is how to explain
Cowherds get slain, so if you fit in this description beware
You can't be free in skinny jeans, I find imprissonment there