Syke

[Verse 1]
Yo, I don't know where I've gone
But I'm on my way back now, son
No I'm not, I'm staying here forever and a day
I'm a boss
Lunarville slum, my lot shoot to kill dot
Now you're finished, this time for good
Shit out of luck so you book
But there ain't no way to go so you stuck, shooked
There ain't no where to hide, syke
Syke twice, there really isn't
It's just a flyby visit, it really isn't
Syke again, I'll let you go home
But only if you promise that you'll never write again, like I said
I'm back slapping fag rappers hats backwards
Off the side they head, I see red like Coopers dreams
Touch deck cause mutinies, peg leg super league
Hot round the board might employ me a tour guide
C-Town villain, pint barrel sword fight
Wide angled hawk eye, in weed now I'm chillin'
Now I'm chillin', good riddance
Slice off your head, hog tie your widow
Hydraulic stretch, lopsided limo