The Death of Mitch (Monster Freestyle)

Ambulance come, baggin' you up, you and your man sword fights
Smashin' your guts and stabbin' you up
Your life support, torturer cut, war, I play TEC games
Turn white slaves to urinals and fatties to catch fame
The Brown Bunny chick pills in the arm
Every ounce of blood I spill is like a symbol to God
My visions is scarred, babysitters sniffin' the yard
We deep in the cause, project bread, sicker than saws
We harnessin' movin' with two TECs
Drugs, coughers, are arson
I'm Hunter Thompson, Night Stalker Manson in Carson!
My advantage is nice and twice of a marksman
Night vision lights in the brink of a stink in the carpet
Your innards are pink bleedin', you all labia
Call Kasabian, finish you pussies in Arabia
I'm too 'bout it, my goons amass hide you in couches
Choppin' you up, head not found, body in pouches!