Reel Goons (Cold North Remix)

[Verse 1: Seen B]
Gone off that purple haze
Mind's been berserk for days
Look into my mind, what you find will leave you amazed
There is no design you can find that deserves the praise
That I got on mine so keep trying like the Latter-day
Saints make you think 'cause my church ain't from Jesus Christ
Matter of fact my church is the worst you will see in life
Choir full of criminals and I be the pastor
Listen to subliminals and all you hear is laughter
Telling you it's time to confess like an actor
When they on Barbara Walters, I never falter
Step up to the altar and I'll assault ya
And then I'll call you exactly what you are
Motherfucker, you's a town drunk, punk, get back to the bar
And order up a triple of the rum and the motherfucking ripple
You bums will get none begging for crumbs, I'm gonna kick you
'Cause your presence isn't worth shit just like a nickel
Your nerves get a tickle from the words when they hit you
You nerds will get served with the verbs when I split you with the curve of this sickle
I'll put you in the dirt 'cause I pitch you

[Verse 2: Swann]
Lyrical massacre, just the beginning of fucking chapters
Swinging my sickle, I'm driven to split your wig when I laughter
I attack with no mind state, trying to build up the crime rate
In hindsight I'm twisted, envisioning people lying dead
You see, my pennin like spreading disease on paper
Every line is like a dark cloud seeping just like a vapor
Let me open up the Book of Shadows, shadowing your freedom
Make you stop breathing just to see me defeat you while in this heathen season
Human genocide smashing the soul to violate
Migrating through soundwaves, piledriving your eyes and face
Warfare tactics, bitch-slapping these halfwits
Wisecracks are just doing heavy hammers that crack heads
Talking out the side got you sleeping in a body bag
Enough said, I'm sick of it, my vision only seeing red
My machete dull so when I strike I make you feel the pain
Can never tame a demon that loves leaving the bloodstains

[Verse 3: Ironic]
Handle a half a key casually
Bouncing back like a trampoline
Flip a brick acrobatically, call that trapeze on triple beams, your team too weak to compete
My ears are concrete, when I speak the street breathes
I took that hard labor, turned it into long paper
Burn a bridge while I walk on water like God's savior
Lockdown mode like Broncos defense
Nobody move til the next shipment of blanco's been set
Bottom feeders scrape my plate and stay waiting on me
Mad I'm the chef, the prep, and the maître d'
Southpaw alpha dog rottie pit boxer
Extort devils with heavy metal, moshpit mobster
Haters pray for my downfall but can't make that call
I connect you to god with a telephone, cut from your ear to jaw
Y'all come close, catch a right hook, get jook then shook
I pop toast and whip whites like a breakfast cook

[Verse 4: Suspect]
I'm serving base, mix it up like the track right now
In the pit moshing up, that's how we getting down
Smash the tool off the speaker when you hear 'em pound
It's Reel Wolf and Marmel, you know that fucking sound
Suspect be savage, stay with the bat like Sabbath
Spill the blood on the stage, I'm blacking out with madness
6' 3, smoke trees like I'm burning with Cheech
Hop out the van hotbox, y'all can't smoke like me
Sus and Tom send the wolves when they looking to eat
Cook a batch up on the stove then it's rinse and repeat
Link the Goons, have 'em murder a beat so we can chip off some pieces and serve them out to the streets, we go deep
We assassinate any sucker try stepping
Yo, my words be my weapons and I use them like a veteran
Attack a wack rapper and master my craft faster
Touch a flame to the blunt, get high and blast right past you, I'm a hustler