Yeah (Article Two)

[Verse]
Guess who’s back in a baseball cap with a rusty axe
Creeping through the pumpkin patch to chop acts till something cracks
Half a dozen hacks, take it to fists, get lumped and smacked
Trojan guns attacks and crash against walls like drunken bats
That fly intoxicated by the lush tropical fruit
Grown from the trees, I fertilize with MCs
And read leaves, smoked out Killa Beez stinging your brain
On a dirt bike, in your rear-view, swinging a chain
Looking strange like bums on the train or boxcars
You get shot, scarred, knocked far and dropped hard
Rock bars when performing on Earth, spin in the dirt
Then I buck MCs to let their ass know they couldn’t fuck with me
Constructing these dynamite rhymеs, exploding twice
While you drown in arctic watеrs with penguins and floating ice
Slice your throat with your own shoulder blade, Black Knight brigade
March through gates, bum the stage with a parade straight from the grave
Dead slaves with the ropes still attached, shackled and chained
You move, now enchanted, my rhymes tackle your brain
Grapple your frame, the jackal with fangs sample your veins
I’m from the outskirts where it rains shrapnel and flames
Deranged, abnormal and lonely, you couldn’t hold me
I’m drunk, lean back with a blunt, sipping a 40