"A Precious Thing..." by King Soule

[Pakistani Hand Cannon]

bloodfiiire

run up on you with the lights on

all you see it flashes
watts the voltage i should strike on?
fuck a warning, iont like mongs
thunder bolting off the right arm - godly!
smote him, oddly bodly summersaulting
buthcyah life gone...now work for it
language invert - how pertinent
the insane sound virtuous
loud, in a crowd, by themselves?
inner hounds, bout of nervousness
odd enough, heart - pussy
but make sure it sound hard enough
walked in gods house with your arms out
armoured up & found tartarus
how turbulent, smoke. the loud - verduous
my style in impervious
layers down i lay it tdown
talk to you layers down
get chalked on sacred grounds
i stoke the flame around hades -
who holds the chains around cerberus
..dont talk on letting canines loose
plus watch who you talkin saline tooo
getchya shape shifted tryna play aku
awwh push me, allah with me its all goody
velour hoody, adidas sweats, palladium boots
some bloodsuckin muhfuckuzzz
looking for a vein on who?
one hellbow knock your muthuckin canines loose
next one gethcya skull bust, wonderous!
pakistani hand cannon speak thunderous
....muthafuckin ebullient!!!!!!!