SynaKillEmAll

Hey Slick, Syna gonna kill 'em all

Wanna watch me do a magic trick?
It's one where I slowly slit my wrist
As the blood starts to drip
It drowns out the innocent
The benevolent, blood stains on the reverend
Crucify that which was heaven sent
And offer Lucifer what ever's left
Feeling like I've been left to hang with judas
Rope make me look like I levitate like I'm a Buddhist
Tried praying, but Jesus hit me with that new phone, who this?
Ate out the virgin mary, and left her with a chewed clit
Smashed that cunt, left bruised hips
My dicks in more bitches' mouths, than kibbles and bits
Killing off these snitches, like I'm working under the Clintons
Political assassination, shit, Murder is a business
You know you gotta pay extra if they're women and kids
Bullets rain, wreck the place like a deranged hurricane
Nose lookin like a snow storm from all of this cocaine
Searching for Nirvana, like my last name was Cobain
Get that heroin into my veins, before I hear that shotgun's bang
If you start fucking stressing me
You better be doing more than flexing, see, Me?
I've been sharpening my weaponry
Six hundred sixty six stab wounds, left to bleed
You best believe death will keep guests asleep
Guess I'm the creep, possessed, repressed
Stressed beyond belief, what's next? What's left?
But to make the rest bleed
Gonna Trump ya'll, when I build a wall
Made out of all of my enemies' skulls
No hoe I don't ball
But I'm trying to get my balls to hit you in your jaw
On your knees for me, pleasing your God
Voices in my head be saying Syn a kill 'em all
Two drinks passed drunk, sipping on the liquor
But I'm thirsty for the blood, cold sweats, dope sick
I shake and shiver, throwing up, then roll the blunt
Drink promethazine and bleach mixture, I'm dead inside
Not just talking about my liver
I'm starting to wither like the trees in winter
Paint a picture so vivid, it's like you live it, It's sick and it's twisted
But you must admit that I'm gifted, linguistics off of my lips
Drip with the blood from my wrists, write with so much blood
I'm hated by crips
But even that su woop shit won't protect from these clips

When I'm lit, wrists slit, Syna'kill 'em all
Full moon, I'm consumed, Syna'kill 'em all
Drugs got me buzzing, can't functing, fucking, syna- kill'em all
No fronting, no stunting, think I'm bluffing? Syna-kill'em all
When I'm lit, wrists slit, Syna'kill 'em all
Full moon, I'm consumed, Syna'kill 'em all
Drugs got me buzzing, can't functing, fucking, syna- kill'em all
No fronting, no stunting, think I'm bluffing? Syna-kill'em all

They say I'm a dead man, shit I wish I was
That's the reason I've got my wrists cut
Blood on my finger tips while I roll the blunt
Hollow tips hit these kids when I bust
Like it's Columbine with the violence turned up
Like I turnt out your slut, she was on her period
I ain't scared of blood, drinking up that red rum
It's got me intoxicated, I dug my grave
And now I'm stuck laying in it, reach for the light
Ain't never made any difference, Syna-kill 'em all
With an assassin's precision

Syna'kill 'em all no choice
Syna'kill 'em fuck boys