Cease the peace when C's in question
Squeeze the piece in each direction
Leave a beat deceased in seconds
Believe my speech is lethal weapon
Fuck police see LP for reference
Afterbirth my favorite beverage
Slice you wrist and squeeze a lemon
The way a legend speak will take you off yo feet so
Pick a seat I got ed geins collection
Blunts I need atleast eleven
Get obscene when I heat the resin
Breathe on c my noose will leave you breathless
C extreme take evil measures
Got medieval torture methods
Im your queen’s illegal fetish
Beat my meat knee deep in feces
She get dp in my teepee
You get drawn on, bitch graffiti
Mister never sign a treaty
Fuck your white flag no survivors
Sorry smokey I brought the fire
Middle finger fuck your eyelids
Drive screwdrivers through your iris
Since ya don't fuck with the vision
Im the kage of this village
Sirens blarrin in the distance
Killed 8 men and left no witness
Can't escape the kiss of death
A villain writes with poison pens
Got groupies sucking death no cigarette
Im sippin RigJuice for my intellect
Its fuck a coast Midwest the set
Leave a trail of chalk line silhouettes
Manifest some mal intent and
Suffer sudden death with Neptune
Take a swim in them cement shoes
Broken heart its just a flesh wound
I been sippin out a test tube
Walk up in your parents crib like what the fuck you cooking ma
My hand up in your cookie jar, her pussy look like wookie paw
Shave it off then slay it raw bitch I don’t play at all
A real rap deity you niggas stuck with rookie marks
Sever several spinal cords at my accord
My final form is something rivals striving for
I abhor the crime of lying that's a lie my kind of sport
Mayan ripping hymen when she climb aboard my giant sword
Hit it with the force of a asteroid that killed the dinosaurs
Now the whore is crying “Mylan my vagina sore
And whyd you cum inside me this is not what I had signed up for”
Shut up bitch theres the door
But if a baby stats growing just know get gonna get abortions
She be sucking on my foreskin in the porche while I be forkin down enormous portions
Of forest please homie hold your horses im in orbit mind is horridly morbid
Im getting high off agent orange i get endorphins when my knives explore your organs cops will never find the corpses I got more pot than a flourist
Keep a bag like im a tourist got a tool like im a sword smith
Step inside a morgue my sword get stiff no rigor mortis
You aspire for messiah but I am ya fucking lordship
My bank account gone flourish but yours be looking malnourhsined
Im piping down ya mother while ya bitch ass dad record it
Im bringing the apocalypse don't care about the horsemen
But this spic gotta dip like im getting fucking deported
Abortion! was written by Chauncey666.
Abortion! was produced by WetFlxx & MATHIASTYNER.