The Essence of Putrescence

[Verse 1]
Coroner's inquest, who wanna set it, I'm the emissary
The hood's like a cemetery cold with better levys
I'm never far from the truth, homie, I grind steady
I got that heroin shit they put in Little Debbie's
I'm runnin' snowblind, Ozzy fringes and two for fives
Mysterious images, vision a wolven eye
Cops, they want Oxys and speed, they don't bother with weed
I'm obnoxious, I sleep on my guns like Tel Aviv
My laboratory's working, I never cop from Saudis
I don't sell X, I just cash checks and drive Audis
This ain't rap, this is trap in corpse paint
Thirty thousand dollar chains in safes
Wanted in twenty states, I still bake
King of drug music, I'm killin' you off, it's therapeutic
I spit the mucus out like Captain Stubing
I hex you like a Haitian curse, you'll be washed from the earth
You're programmed, I'm afterbirth, I was born with a curse

[Big L scratches]:
My moms know who I am 'cause she know who she was fuckin' with
I'm rollin' with Satan, not Jesus Christ
And I kill chumps for the cheapest price
I'm rollin' with Satan, not Jesus Christ

[Verse 2]
Commune meets in the desert bioengineers
Drug covers sellin' Garcia acid that's crystal clear
I spit that '89 gold rap, my brain's cancer
Rocking trenchcoats and hightop fades like Kane's dancers
Alien space sadness just a common ailment, I served 'em perfect drugs
FEMA camps can't even fuckin' stamp it
Vigilante planet we quarantine campus
Mortician's assistant, read the pamphlet, blood on the stinkin' canvas
Cut out your throat like black panthers, no answers
Meet the back of my Caddy you get shredded to bloody pampers
This is armageddon, every project's anthem
Leo passed me the crown
Now I live in this mansion and driving this station wagon
I'm the last in line you're on a shrine with tied hands
I been working out with only bails and tyin' grams
I get that work from Thailand, to go back to DeVry
You ain't built for this life, homie, we buyin' land

[Big L scratches]

[Verse 3]
Give me a vehicle and two pints of Actavis
I crave Coffin Syrup immaculate, sniffin' canisters
Comin' at you straight sideways like outpatients
I'm at the DeKalb station all black rugged like hail Satan
I've been a mental kid, spray shots at your dental bridge
The perks of being Gore, headshots and haemorrhages
Mendocino County to Flatbush, you know what it is
No trade embargos, got 80 stacks when I rock cargos
I screw bitches from gangster spots and car shows
I burn your spirit in a New York minute, a New York cynic
Survivin' it with two worlds in it, so caught between 'em
I get bread like Desmond Child, the predicate smile
Remember the Green River, my works live
Rugers are too easy, shred you with cheese graters
The king of snuff rap, project elevators no D's take us