Stony Soil

(Isolate them from the rest of the world. Make them feel apart of a special elite group with an important mission.)

I'm next to a dead body on a beach chair watching the calm sea
Sorcerer like Ahmad Suradji
My known art is cult
Smash skulls to particles
Stifle thots with their own clothing articles
Burn flags off poles
Poison a pope and cardinal
He's a madman
The heat burn longer than hash from Baghdad
Human hash plant, say an Afghan
Purple kush, Granddad
I'm walking around the club with a severed head in a Gucci handbag
They don't even know the shit that I'm on
I troll for rappers in a white Dodge
Hair dyed blonde, striped top, buttoned up collar, ??
The shit I spit personal like "Oops I didn't know the mic's on"
Bury hatchets in bygones
I'm walking dead like I was two arms and legs sticking out a pine box
I love to kill high til my eyes roll back to a pale white
My mic grip strangle similar to Hillside's
I'm spazzing like a crack addict with a packed crill pipe
It's like Memorial Day, crack open your grill wide
Bed sheets with blood stains looking like I spilled wine
I'm an artist in a studio apartment sketching a carcass as still life
Craigslist killer, I be stalking women in real life
My Hip-Hop has not gotten better
I'm odd as ever
I probably decapitate women 'cause of my mom like Kemper
I'm not joking I'm a take pills and nod like Ledger
Trip so hard my palms got feathers
Chemtrails spray skies
Try to run
Man-made virus strung
Dark pendant, die in sun
Sobbing in the king's arms, dying son