Woodford Barton

[Sample of O.D.B]
Cripple your style, now that you're hurt

[Verse 1]

Yo, some of these kids is gettin' bagged tonight
You got swag pushin jag in white?
Fuck pushin' wigs back
I slam 'em right (Bah!)
These 2 mags with holographic sites
Will put him in the air
Suspended like a dragonfly
I'll hack your head off
Pack it in a bag of ice
Put it in my fridge
So I can talk to it night after night
Gun a broom's length
I'm all in your head like a toothache
Wilkes Booth aim
I'll turn you to the man with two brains
I'm spaced out
From shroom eighths
Flyer than Groom Lake
Delivery grotesque like nightmares on due dates
On my front porch piff's torched and Glocks close
Give your forehead two breathing horses nostrils
You'll just be another body the coffin swallows
I'm a horseman
Four door bronco
You sleepy?
I send lead, headless
All 'em hollow
Hawk your top, uncork your bottle
And front on me
Any man fly won't walk tomorrow
Rap ain't really my sport no more
Them brunettes I stalk and follow!
Black coat trench
Buck knife
Extra clips and barrels
These anarchic soldiers, sold out like William Powell
I'll gag you with a sock and strips of towel
Split your scalp
Slit you new lids with scalpels
Sim on site
Double lens like lids of owls
Holstered in a tree on a limb
On a limb, turn your limbs to elbow
I'm gas cannin' and flamin'
Every kid claimin', they king like Alpo
Been spittin since before I pissed on Haldol
Like the shit in Halgo?!

[Thomas Stearns Eliot's Murder in the Cathedral Outro]

God is leaving us, God is leaving us, more pang, more pain than
Birth, or death!
Sweet and cloying through the dark air
Falls the stifling scent of despair
The forms take shape in the dark air
Puss-purr of Leopard, foot fall of padding bear
Palm-pat of nodding ape, square hyaena waiting
For laughter, laughter, laughter, the Lords of Hell are here!