Package Bomb

Yeah, man, yeah, ayo, a narco primitive, crazy glued fingertips
I'm Kazcynski with ammonium nitrate derivatives
If I bury hatchets, it's not favoritive
You spit, I'm not riveted (Nah)
It's the most braggadocio (What, bro?)
Self-loathing grandiose
Head kicked with the chloroform and silk pantyhose
Only mugshot my first cameo, I can't be smoked
I'm what the Devil's chants invoke when panic mode
Crash on Earth, stab, and murder Claw?
Destruction, crush, slash, burn it all (What?)
I don't care what backpacker fuckin' spits
Or what fuckin' pin packs some vile to cut a brick
I'll buy crack from you, and give it to your youngest kid
Drugs are shit (shit), I shoot up bleach and earn no buds from it
I blow a cloud of smoke, turn it to a flock of crows
The vet is dope like Vietnam troops, who return home
I'm not tryin' to make friends, or inspire youths
I'm in my bag like bio-suits, I got a nickel
For some, IOU's
Fans demand Q&A's like, I owe dues (Wait, what?)
Peace to the legends before me that put the bows in
Only time I give a wack rapper his flowers will be over a closed crypt
Yeah, Semet? the June, 3rd floor, summer rain passed
Damp snow, gathers on, picture frame glassed
Direct pen and pad, ink a must
Left vein is a well inket's blood
Euphoria drone land on Inca dust
Man with Two Brains, the wave green
But never went the two lane
In the doom cave for doomsday
Sit the Earth, half-life crawlin' out pads, like edamame
At the left corner, red geek kickin' like Shinigami
The gun set the stun clips, you ain't innovative or nothin'
This energy suction when I think the sundance
100 Acre Weed Field, Heffe? lamp
Brainwave, metric ton
Smoke angel turn Nephilim
Heroic drop doses, stop jokin'
Everything lookin' like stop motion (Ohh, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)