Lambslaughter

[Hook: Slug]
Kill ‘em, fucking kill ‘em
Kill ‘em already, kill ‘em

[Verse 1: Slug]
Remember that
One time in band camp when you stuck
A mic in your ass, put on a dress, and did handstands?
Your bitch patterns can’t fathom the long-term damages
Picture-perfect on a canvas made of bandages
The savages decide, I’m trying to ignore
But deep in the core, I feel the need to explore your
Capacity, another war casualty with the
Audacity to get mad at me for how it had to be
The only tip to climb out of the cocoon pod:
Hold ground, resume your conversations with God
If you catch a minute, let Him know I’m still a cynic
Still smiling like a distorted vagina when I’m thick in it
Sick, calloused, kick the habits
Rip all of the madness from the skits to the ballots
With fists like mallets, I beat my chest, I eat
Rap and spit Atmosphere to fuck with your weak breath

[Verse 2: Prime]
You lost
Stumbling over each step, wondering if you’ll meet death
Attempting a speech, stressed over being caught up for cheap threats
You just trespassed into this threshold of pain, thoughts
And actions don’t exist, only echoes remain. Let go
The flame of life, this knife is a brush, your flesh is the canvas
Your screams are music to me, your wife the next to get ravaged
No one’s exempt. Your one attempt to plead for your life has got you
Questioning everything, even your reason to fight. Strike a match
Write your raps, you might perhaps feel great
‘Til after my raps when your face is replaced with a steel plate
I see your fate, I see your hate, alleviate stress
Making it easier to spit and deviate from my flesh, stretching
Across the plane, now guard your brain, stains placed upon your name
Appalled, insane from all the strain, your train of thought is caught in flames
And all in vain ‘cause, in the end, you’re shook on the shelf, having
An out-of-body experience, scared to look at yourself

[Interlude: Sample from Platoon (1986)]
“Well, that is one sorry-ass motherfucker”
“What do you say there, Bob?”
“A guy like that make it? Yes or no?”
“Uh huh, uh huh”
“I have to tell you, that's precisely what I saw”
“I mean, sometimes I just look at a guy, and I know”
“This fella's not gonna make it”
“Just no fucking way”

[Verse 3: Slug]
Man, fuck
This rap shit. I should go back to whoring
Letting it loose, spreading my juice, catching my portions
‘Cause this lifestyle is just as dumb as fucking
Your wife wild for the excitement of a buck
With a torch and a crossbow, I walk through the corridors
Of hip hop’s castle, observing the personal battles
I climb through with a blind man’s attitude, my life
Is a mixtape and you’re stuck in a fucking interlude (Ayyo, who)
(The hell are you?) You resemble bait for the type of hatred
That escaped from the center of Hell’s lake, chained
To two pillars, one attached to each arm
Ignore the voices ‘til it’s on and advice is “keep calm”
This pain dates back past the hate cats hold towards
Rap, rock’n’roll, soul, and government control
For as much as God loves me because She loves ugly, I’m still
Spitting it to see if that bitch will come and fuck me

[Verse 4: Prime]
Raise your eyes, private. I wanna see into your soul and decipher
What in your life is keeping you from reaching goals. You got that
Shook little look that crooks get when they’re caught
When they’re taking credit for something that they know they should not. How many
Roads you traveled? How many accolades have you gathered? How many
Times have you been in the line of fire as if it mattered? But, still
You got the nerve to speak, you worthless piece of dirt that reeks
Havoc on this, pass it and partially murder me
To put it simply, you haven’t sacrificed to grab the mic
You’re a student, you just duplicate the patterns and the habits right
Congratulations. Don’t show your face if you don’t know your place
I’ve lost it all for this. You’ve got the balls to play the role you fake?
You make me sick, you fraud. For that, I spit in your grill
For every cat that had the heart although he didn’t have skill
Spill your blood on the linoleum and make you lick it back. If you losing
Sleep over rap, I’ll be happy to help you catch up

[Hook: Slug]
Kill ‘em, fucking kill ‘em
Kill ‘em already, kill ‘em
Kill ‘em, fucking kill ‘em
Kill ‘em already, kill ‘em