Death Nerve

Intro:

FDR Village, yeah, yo, J23 too

Verse 1:

Right off the choppin' block, the fag on the knife (Yeah)
Bubble hash on some ice, while I yak on the white
I spit a bio-alien, vile-idiums
You see my shit, sound the same as chorus style, idiot
Cutthroat, château, be spillin' on poured wine
A Cheshire Cat grin on a cat, like Borg-9 (Hahaha)
Lake Casse creep bong hits off the shoreline
I Snorlax the off-white Gomorrah salt lines
No loadin' Glocks (nah), the hash oil blaze cult the pack
Pyrex beepers on the lab glowin' odd
The rap style pricey, the clothin' not
Open shop, I dig up in the crates, like loaded docks
Fossils in a septic, it's senseless like iodine straws before lethal injection
The pen hit, heads like DXM ships
Infertily, I shoot up a rap event then start a cypher at the murder scene

Verse 2:

Yo, let's be Philistines, tilter beam (Word)
Everybody cry me a blood river to fill a sea
The track crooked, flow piffiter
Load syringes up, pole ligatures
Bodies posed in snow signature
Audio in sound site
Music for cannibalism and sound byte
I bent shadows around light
Feather fire, lead in the gloves make me a heavyweight
Step in the ring with the Terry King
Pentathol and a berry ate

Outro:

You have it slow, you have it, you don't sound like it, you don't sound, you just rap, you just rap, yeah, you just rap, that's what you do, this the rapper