Bounce_
yo ima break it down like this, anybody wanna get slapped wit the wickedness
keep on presist'n Ill slit ur fucken wrists man ya seace to exist
getcha' getcha minds twisted im sick shittin out spines
get me In the jailhouse for ma writen~wicked rhymes
nuttin but primetime lime lights be shinin, (gotta get mine)
I keep on droppin suiside notes on slit throats
no jokin CSI shit, then I B tokin' mY shit, gets ya High!...gh
No lie, you wanna ride..de.... or Die.. Suiside notes on slit thoa..
Bounce'n an blaze ya brain out wit ounces go insane pull the flame out
pounce on rookies an maintain flow like'a freight train no doubt
weild rhymes like swords the price ta pay you cant afford (death)
A dark Lord restored, 44 civilians sliced an slapped up on my bulletin board
I tried ta record'm wit tha mic, all I got was.....OH Lord!
But I wanted more so I slid the scalpul to the fuckin core
an when I was dun havin fun I ransacked the Morge explorin floor after floor
lookin for dead whores in body bags galore more more corps's
I fucken threw'em all on the floor war torn wit rigermortus
I proceeded to skull fuck them all till there wasnt no more
Gore Gore Gore I truley Adore. An thats my report any more questions?
....knives in the drawer... g go GO FORit.
