Warmonger

[Verse 1:]

My fist enters in your temple like an obelisk

It's blackness, darkness, abyss of joblessness

Everything you do is small, my shit is monstrous

I murder devils and any of their accomplices

My brain function on other levels of consciousness

My brain function on other levels of pompousness

You're listening to the bass and treble of godlessness

My thirty-eight will spit hate and level the populous

My esophogus breed the evil that just demolishes

Whether or not you're a believer in the Apocalypse

Y'all shit is sweeter than two faggots that's locking lips

It ain't a rapper competing with my obnoxiousness

It ain't nobody that's equal to my accomplishments

The Desert Eagle is legal and it astonishes

The AR15 diesel and blow your mom to bits

It's hard to catch me, I'm Thurman Munson and Carlton Fisk

[Chorus:]

Music is motivation for me to just go insane

Man I see it on paper, I know that I should be caged

And I'm trapped but I escaped it

By trapping in that trap for that paper

Music is motivation for me to just go insane

Man I see it on paper, I know that I should be caged

And I'm trapped but I escaped it

By trapping in that trap for that paper

[Verse 2:]

Y'all know the flow is precise

You don't owe me your life

But that could change one roll of the dice

And then money try to go for his knife

I'm a levitate his body to the sky until he's homies with Christ

Don't even fuck around, son is a goon

Son is bipolar, alcoholic, son is consumed

I breathe life into the sun and the moon

I breathe life into the most barren bloodiest womb

Y'all don't know y'all getting stalked in the shower

Populism is rebellion over corporate power

Politics is just the talk of the hour

It's a matter of time before they hit another office or tower

I don't care, I put the gun to your ribs

And the Desert E big, it'll separate mothers from kids

I walked around from Philly slums to the bridge

Been around the world eighty times, nobody can fuck with the kid

Yeah

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