Turn of the Screw

Intro:

And now in the internet, the people can get my plans off the fuckin' internet and they don't have to pay me anything, I've got a few $1000 in the bank at the moment, I didn't think I was gonna live this bloody long!

Verse:

Yo, send bombs like NATO member seats in blast countries, hack lamb meat
Drop like tourist accidents involvin' snapped bungees
Cast mummies, angry sky
Mad sunny, stretch you like hash gummies
Die laughin', cash from me
Our men, waitin' in the sky!
With the gun to blow your minds, trippin' from the molds on ripe
Sown in the middle like the Voltron sign
Crowd gathered like a dictator hung
Dismayed for grudge, pull it, bitch, hit traitor lungs
Each wait are runs, spit hater love (What?)
Thick layered up 96, had to pick brick layer gun
I wake up, face swollen, and eyes chubby
Brush my iry? whites first morning, hi, lovely
On the low, you won't get a high from me
Fire bummy, I can't complain (nah) or it's back to wine country
All mania and moody songs, best to ever do this, nah (Nah)
Just some of the greats are dead and can't prove me wrong
Got albums up like the scorned lover
Discovered a cheater deep in the mud
Beds, clam suckin' the suckers and leechers
MCs should double the green (Right?)
If they able to cop a pound of butt from a feature (No)
No discussin' it either (Nah)
I'll collect the flesh of rappers, I hunt the sell the nerve of them, hehehe
Yeah, we done, I'll see you on the next, tourist attraction