Unworthy

I sell art, spit for cash, straight for chems
Box and bag dope, obnoxious asshole
I go ham in a bloody doctor's labcoat
Smoked out like Robert Randall
New World Order, don't sleep, that shit has not been canceled
That's why I arm the church (yeah), heavy a verse with Glocks to handle
Columbine locker slam, lock the lab though
I'll be in the rocks with the beam like teens in SWAT and camo
And I don't hate, I clap at the stars
Fuck gats, I'll run and fetch the axe from the barn
Chainsaw rip gore, hack him apart
Icepack as a heart
You can't run up in my house for my stash, I trap from my car (Haha!)
Any level you on I'm on other, my heat I call it God's thunder
Barrels like red wood law, chopping large lumber
These kids is a school of squids, arm suckers
Dust 'em off like a arm butler
If he's my amputee twin, I got the arms brother
Hands on, spittin', in the kitchen
Hands on mitten, I'm mixin' pink and what my grandpa's sippin' (Uh?)
My camp on sick shit, make nunchucks outta two, tampons swingin'
I hang around bugged out skaters like Antwuan Dixon (Yeah)
My skin I got ants on, I get around weapons (Uh?)
I'm like Thing, my hand start twitchin'
Crawlin' on shit drippin', blast on bitches (Yeah)
I even blast on bitches

[Hook 2x]
I haven't heard a worthy enough challenger yet
With a knife, hatchet, Magnum, a TEC
I'll push your scalp to the back of your neck
Fragments of your melon will splash the front row like a Gallagher set
Blood shoot out, splatter and jet

[Verse 2]

I'm a lion, you a butchered ribcage
When I go in your crib I clip everything
Dogs, cats, guinea pigs, and kids shanked
Not a witness, I'm flippin' the fish tank
Gettin' that piff stank
Whirl in them tucked under ratchets (Yeah)
Roll up on your mans if he got that bundle of packets
While he up in his whip, unbuckled and backin'
Hit him in his head twice
Shit himself from his muscles relaxing
My raps are band in jacks, and puddles of cat piss
My car trunk, stuffed with more skins than a Bourn party
My Christ of thorned scarred me
The hogs on me, after I bury those lovely bones in a cornfield like George Harvey
We can kick it but I'm kickin' from the corpse on me (Yeah)
Assassin to the republic
Glove grip, box of slugs
Fill up clips, Glock, dump it
In your head, to the brim like it's a, bucket
Busted, till you hear clicking like Captain Hook when the croc was coming!

[Hook 2x]

[Outro]

The law high executioner is always lookin' for a man to execute, and the law says his bride must go too!