Lyrics

I'm taking over divide and conquer surprise and pop ya Proper with that violent karma they will not survive the trauma My bars are fire causing carved with knives inside of lava Even as a model believer Peter denied his father That means you can die a martyr in ya finest armor When I slaughter it's a past time like soccer call it homicide and vodka Causing apoptosis forever to all of ya mitochondria I posture like when Brando had littlefeather decline the oscar Don't test me or get covered in dirt like tired farmers Catholic ashes candle wax drip matter fact messiah complex My soul colors scorched Earth like a pariah arson Phantom tactics vantablack tint can of acid dye it darker Every awkward line that i write is certified a crossword Imposter You never been real you are pseudonym behind the author Every breath I take desecrates order in every single type of altar My monotonous delivery and skin tone do nothing but disguise a monster They wanna be real but all I see is fake numbers You know Joe don't fuck with no kind of snake lovers If you ain't with me you against me better take cover They straight suckas and fakes stay away from us Since 94 I took advantage of the buyers market You ain't fly ya plane crashed now you just alive and starving Lyrically awesome reduce martyrs into a pile of carbon Word of caution competitors in my vicinity always wind up carcass Arms up I move ya green like a silent auction Then hit you with deep trepanation like a mind abortion And find you sorting blank puzzle pieces in an asylum ward You should end it all and be free by extension I'll provide the cord Nowadays rap accolades givin participation ribbons The scribbling written is nothing but imitation penning I killz then I cover my work like a painters vision Multiply ya hate and add jealousy that creates division Time for a sacrifice noose with a razor I write my rhymes with an xacto knife ruining pages Communication weak speaking nonsense fluid aphasia I rate your life from out the septic tank sewage appraiser They wanna be real but all I see is fake numbers You know Joe don't fuck with no kind of snake lovers If you ain't with me you against me better take cover They straight suckas and fakes stay away from us You know Joe don't fuck with no kind of snake lovers Better take cover They straight suckas and fakes stay away from us Stay away from us You better take cover They straight suckas and fakes stay away from us
Writer(s): Joseph Quintana Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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