SoapBox (Feat. RootRotten)

[Verse 1: RootRotten]

Let me hit this
Levitate off Earth
Touchin’ heaven’s gates
But not if you wait
Life’s too great for me not to celebrate all these celebate bitches
Start twitchin cause they’re drippin’ droppin’ panties in the kitchen

Caution! Wet floor
Slippin’
Sippin’ drink and sttin’ getting twisted
How I’m living

And I’m ape on shit I’m givin’
Mixin’ up with different women
Now I’m sinning
Now I’m sinning

And I’m singing different paces
Fill it up my mind is racing
I’m pacin’
Facin’ blunts
While creating humanities new fascinations

Dig a hole in the dirt
And fuck the world with revelations
Satan’s waiting

I’ve got a dick for a tongue, cause my words do the raping
And my pen does the reaping
Killing rappers while they’re sleeping
Me and Krueger got a meeting

Watch me keep ‘em bleedin’
Seepin’

[Verse 2: SpookyTooth]

There’s a haunting in your mental

Ghost me in, Ghost me up
I’ll wander all your horror corridors and reside inside your basement

Touch you on your shoulder so you know for sure you’re not alone
Rock your spirits down to sleep
Her lonely soul is mine to keep

If actions first speak louder than the words that follow after
I’ll be the most deafening laughter you’ve ever heard
I’ll be the ringing in your ears
Christmas Caroling for years
All of the words that are easier to spit than swallow

Now I can stalk in days and nights with a pack of the forests finest
Savage gash, smokes hash, drink the fluid from your decorative lighter
Lean your skull back, scream, aim, spit fire
Desolation of Smaug complex only when the situation is dire

But why we remove the wisest of our teeth?
All the knowledge of my ancestors
Worth a quarter for the kiddies

I’d rather be a golden retriever living with an upperclass white family than one of the ignorant mutts saying should’ve would’ve could’ve with me

It’s always important to separate fact from fiction
Splash of water in your face just to refresh your diction
I’d rather ink the story straight than pan going overboard
It’s not that I’m a coward but I’d rather be a Pen than a Sword

Please heed my advice
I’m not using it anyways
Whitney Houston we have a problem
Itching ash turns to gash in leg

Your favorite Heroine loves heroine
And Clark Kent is on the dope beat
Little Spidey loves his opiates
And The Flash is on the speed

I pick my groceries by twos
I suffer from a period of blues
I crank back before the punch connects and knocks you off your shoes

We like Cocaine and Caviar
We need Coffee and Contentment
TV as seen on LSD
I put my death before my decaf

There’s no sympathy for greater evils
When I’m drinking myself sober
There’s no freedom song for lyric rebels
Once this song is over