Armsling

[Verse 1: Bronze Nazareth] Aiyo I rest within a German luger, regulation In these polluted wastelands my rhymes is bronze, I stole the arms of masons Your phantom [?] curve saber I [?] go blaze my phallus elevating, shaft cables Smoke [?] purple haze run shit like Jim and Desmond [?] legs, [?] with black fangs My bear against the Iroquois with tomahawk and hatchet culture I bone a bitch until her pussy lips sag on her owner Break out the metal sauna Colt 45 horse shoe stiletto owner Fertile flower hide the boys and petals coma Aroma atomic, my microphone’s Islamic ‘Cause only five percent of the world would fuck with [?] My sonnet massacre like the bubonic Swing extremities on supersonic, [?] melodic My syllables chill with wolves, sharpen horns and [?] And burn more than point blank shots at the Sun’s core, nigga uh [Verse 2] Yo, ayo, sterling sharp, silver art dart, adventure Life is like swingin’ knives at ice that’s why this mic just hit ya A Kevlar scripture I swim in Kerosene rivers Bleed metal anointin’ white flames and coral slivers Veins made of cobblestone bitches I [?] Chew on them bones that you [?] trackin’ fluids through my home Cumulus cloud in my Dutch master, side handles I clutch faster And hummingbirds placed flat with [?] on Cocaine patches Water balloons, stomach [?], digest the fumes I shoot the shit like bullets hit the cow’s intestinals Burgundy fire water [?] straight to Gibraltar Marchin’ to the heart of the revolver, and break your [?] [?] and Mercury falls, I stuck the clergy on A Catch 22 like Dwight Clark had Emmet’s jersey on See me [?], illustrate the killing stroke Keep my arm in a sling so the pen stay in control