Illegal Automatics

[Verse 1: Blacastan] All hail the golden ax Excalibur Dollars and a swollen sack, rap Metallica Believe me yo, the Godz is back Throw daggers to fraudulent, facades and acts Marathon tracks Blade Runners, rock Cassel shades all summer [?] throw grenades through your Hummer Your foul baby mother grip pipes like a plummer Incredible, her favorite vegetable is cucumbers Black Sabbath, smoldering pots of black magic Murder tracks savage, none of y'all can't match it Jason Voorhees sinking y'all with the hatchet John Wayne/Max Payne squeezing the ratchets Squeeze semen in rap chicks, how sleazy is that shit? Greasy as rat shit in a project cabinet Crush faggots to fragments Flip crosses on Catholics {machine gun shots} While I'm leading up illegal automatics [Verse 2: Apathy] Arms spread wide like Jesus Christ wingspan Spikes through my pimp hand Sixteen for six grand Triple six, sickle cell, bored of Heaven, sick of Hell Poison reservoirs, spit in foods plus I piss in wells Kiss or tell, fucking brag, ain't no rapper touching Chad Highlander shit, broad sword inside my duffel bag Ap' is the man banging hoes, you're a fucking fag Fruitcake, jerking off to muscle men in muscle mags Muzzle on the musket, now I'm dusting off the Desert Eagle Leaving 'em in fetal positions, stuck with a record needle Need to kneel before the king or wield a sword or shield Or force field a record deal and a skeleton made of steel Cash plus a beat this is as classic as Mass Appeal A mask and a gold grill and in the vat is some Massengill I'm mass at the Vatican, a mad man with a Mac-10 A notebook and a black pen and throat full of acid phlegm