Burned Sky

Intro:

Kidnappings have occurred of military jets, people and automobiles full of people, the military is helpless and so are the police departments of the world

Verse 1:

I'm up in the house Dennis Rader
Steamin' devils led its vapors
Name dropped on roll up pama (Yeah)
I kill these kids, Anthony Cama
No comment, hands up, pom's blood (Fuck outta here)
No Samsung, legs severed stickin' out the trunk of the Mazda
Still in prodders, not done
At home dead body on the couch, propped up
Skull wide-eyed in the potluck, ligaments pop lock
Irony got brains in a storm cellar, locks shut
Lucy diamond clear, hittin' blunts o' haze
My neighbors up the way sniff in, cut and scrape
Off the covers of the Putnam Tapes

Chorus x4:

Like triangles, in the burned sky
Syringes in the third eye
Blood runnin' curb side

Verse 2:

It's that drug slang bullshit
Still get high a lot when I'm goin' to cop like gang bullets (Shit)
Dabs don't stop (Yeah)
If you screet my left lung will come up with the candle shot (Oh shit)
A clam biggin' out a camo spot for the apocalypse and camo SWAT
I keep the ammo stock
Melon slice that mangos chopped
Absorbing a Sandoz blot
Smoke the pipe dream of any MC's, grandiose block
Psilocybin usage, to bandage the rappin' over beats like domestic violence bruises
Ultra-high let, super hybrid human
Shirt slide off the arms like I was trying to hide the shootings
FDR burn logs to red cherries
Ground shiftin' I'm back around tripping where the dead's buried
Killer geek like Ned Terry

Chorus x4:

Like triangles, in the burned sky
Syringes in the third eye
Blood runnin' curb side