To All a Goodnight

[Intro]

Camp Blood

I came home waitin' my man, I can't though, I got honest strength, when I want to use it, I used it today, ain't nothin' gonna happen to me, nothing's gonna happen to me, [?] and I know what I'm doin', [?], men have, respect for my family, respect for my, friends, respect for my children, respect for my wife when she walks the streets

For the sardines, yeah

[Verse]

Yo, what is it that I said on the net or blog
You creepy odd
Idiots shouldn't do diss tracks
On the wrong savant
I'll be inside or in store
What's the lip for?
Trust, you don't want spit from me
Like a bitch with a lip sore (Ew)
You unimportant to the unimportant
I couldn't think as slow as you
If I did like
Triplе the junk you snorted
Paranoia's a bitch, dudes
You dumb distortеd
Dropping five albums a month
And none adore it
Go have fun recordin'
You that one abortion
That escaped the anaesthesia drugs and forceps
All these kids
Fuckin' Normans
I'll run up in your fuckin' roach pads
And smash your mic rigs
Like a Grunge performance
I'll not give any free shine
I want nothing for this
Don't sit home and insult rap
You've done nothing for it (Boo)
Don't try to make me a martyr, I'm smarter
My mind darker
My brain larger
Your art slurred
You must be lit off bottles
Like Dudley Morris Arthur (Uhh)
Surrounded by a bunch of
Bloodsuckin', posy parkers (Rats)
I never think about you like your pops
It's wack to me (Wack)
Your homoerotic ghost
Will get smoked happily
Next time, don't call me for fake daps
Chatter, G
I'll be having a cap with three eyes
Bugging like MacKimie?
The art is sane
But the heart is crazy
Umbilical, turning blue at birth
Behold the Martian baby
If the track sold crack
Then have a sock full
I'm outside puffin' indo clones
Out the rockwool
Steadman hands
Argento eye
Bars hit like a benzo high
Ten toes (woah) tellin' friends go die (Die)
Best go high
MC's petrified (Huh?)
'Cause I got the Bulldog
Like Fresno Pride