1938

[sage]

(hello ladies and gentlemen..this is something I've been waiting to present to you)

I'm hand picking the guts of dykes
Using a butter knife on butterflies
Hope these wack rappers are ready for fucking summer guys
Dust to bite for y'all and I'm ready to take another life
Go to bible study with a rifle rusty
Her behind is something but her mind is slutty
Not the kind I'd trust, see
But overall, Outside, park bound, slapping the couples with the ash on these knuckles
You're getting bashed with a shovel & left in your burning house under the ash & the rubble
With a past-life Samurai sitting in grass and the puddles & puffin grass casually til it ashes & crumbles
I'll sleep with your corpse in a fucking casket and cuddle
24/7 this niggas mad but he's humble, just waiting for bitch nigga rappers askin for trouble
Sipping lean from a flask in a shuttle, spitting raps in a mumble fuck up the controls with a laugh & a chuckle sitting back bracing for impact as we crash in a jungle
It's what I get for smoking crack with captain K'nuckles flipping flap jacks with a spatula while smashing Rapunzel
I'll hit you in the mouth with a brick
Put you underground in a crypt sleeping sound with the kids as I ground you to bits
Never to be found then smoke a pound of the spliff
I'm pretty out of bounds with the spit cause I'm constantly fucking writing go to town with the shit
Now y'all niggas astounded & shit
What's a mountain to this when mountains ain't amountin to shit
All I need now is just a crown & a bitch to come home.. Cook, & casually hound on this dick
It's real niggas who founded the script, boutta just dip
Cause too many think they found it & fit
I'll sit in a fucking circle drawn in the ground with a stick, like fuck Sea Bears & rappers I'm surrounded by pricks
Hear that? That's the sound of your ribs -
- getting broken-a-fucking-part by Sages scalpel that rips
Getting chased by towns shouting "you're about to get hit"
& the mayors mad I put his spouse in a pit with rounds & the clips..