Possessed Arm

[Intro only on R&D Leaks version]
- Damn street gangs!
- Yeah, right, drink your dog piss?
Twins surroundin' roller drives on each wheel, let's see and these are, computer controlled anti-lock brakes!

[Verse 1]:
When I flip, this will get really sick
I spit hexes senseless (Huh?)
I think my crib cursed like it's Sidious
'Cause of my steez some be thinkin' I don't got knives, drugs, things and shit
You're all simpletons
I clap metal like symbolis
Smoke him to sediments
Rather spit bars than sit with him
Got off PO two years ago, not tryna break into whips and shit
I got more than a clip, and a spliff to twist
But the end is near
Fuck beef, they already almost done puttin' chips in skin

[Chorus x2]:
My arm possessed, my other arm armed with pens
Stabbing my other arm to death
Light on the right, dark on left
My arm possession got me armed in sessions
Recording albums in a farm, armed and sweatin'
Kidnap a harlot, carve in essence

[Verse 2]:
I spark hope, with anarchic fire engulfin' the White House
We plumbers (yeah), jump suits, two boxes open and pipes out
Canoe your forehead, divide scalps
Yo, God, blood will be drippin' into your eyelids, like Christ's crown
You throwin' that white down
Fuck a buy out, turn your trap, to Diana
Your whole camp covered in white gowns
That shit talk, bark and bitin', will get your kids tied up, and wife drowned
I troll the same streets, like a mail route
I'm a junkhead of Hofmann, I sail doused
It will look like Chinese New Year when we flare pounds
That muzzle soundin' like a bear growl
You see the black flags, then bail out
Kid, play, 'til the whole house party gettin' aired out
Barrel lookin' like you starin' down a whale's mouth
We got liquid Syd to sponge flyers
Escape the tents pushin' opium
In circular drum cyphers
No tree huggin' life
Magical mystery tour, I'm the bus driver
I was a cult leader as a young liar
Used to commit arson
Mischief night, run wild
Bomb mailboxes and cut tires
Run in your apartment, I'll shoot your earth, and the sun by ya
Crush mics, aim at shadow agents, and bust iron
Bust lines 'til my tongue's tired
I turn fitteds, to sun visors (Arm)

[Chorus x2]:
My arm possessed, my other arm armed with pens
Stabbing my other arm to death
Light on the right, dark on left
My arm possession got me armed in sessions
Recording albums in a farm, armed and sweatin'
Kidnap a harlot, carve in essence