Made You Look

The llama you came to drag me to hell

Demons attack where sanity dwell

Humanity fell from the mouth of a [?] profanity hill

That was fist-raised jaggedy nail

Illuminati grail, seven seal nations battle gods where devils kneel

Rebels sprayed by assassins with shells

Crazy adolescents that kill, mac 11's and pills

Everything william cooper was talking about then is happening now

Malachi york was way ahead of his time, truth is wild

How both of them have been discredited and edited

Yet nostradamus a fool [?] irrelevant

There's a reason it's called programming propaganda loop

Random truth, cannibal xanadu, channel 2 cameras who multiple panel view

Jumping out of planes without a parachute

Born with an attitude landing at ground zero latitude

That dude got his head smashed in the door

His bitch swore she ate britney spears' pussy in the bathroom at pure

Attention whores always asking for more

Sniff around on all fours acting like she wanna vacuum the floor

A suicide girl into charles manson and porn

She like nas so she dance to this song, listen

Yo my knuckles are sore from punching motherfuckers in the jaw

Ruin these jeans, slipping on a slippery floor

They gave me four six figures and syphilis sores

Walking through the fucking halls balls big as a horse

Sniffing the raw, never made me different before

Now I act like an asshole with the criminal thought

I think when I drink I think I drink too much

These cops always wanna watch me and clink me up

Am I being paranoid? Do I think too much?

While these pussies pushing me and being pink too much

I'm a rebel on the rhythm swinging, sting you up

Be careful and fearful of all the things you trust

Y'all mixed race cats coming to my show shit-faced

Come and get your face fixed, fix face mixtape

All of y'all sucking on my hog, how my dick taste?

Get your teeth displaced if my fucking fist breaks

I'm a beat you down with the elbow or shelltoe

Forehead, fucking forearm, who the hell knows?

Broken cheeks, backbones, hip disc, crack phone

You can't even walk in the kitchen when you're back home

Imagine if you killed me just how pissed my villains be

How many times your wife will be raped and where all your children be

I'm a hundred percent, you're a one in a million, g

And you can't fuck with me or my dms crew neither

You're too pussy and too beaver

Get the fuck out of here you, I'm done rapping you faggot motherfuckers

Get the fuck out of here