Kennel Up

[Verse 1] I drank the liquor, the spirits invoked, and the evil is thicker Beyond the pettiest shit, I don’t publicly bicker They used to know me as Cross, soon they’ll all call me jaws Like alcohol in the gauze, I’m a sting to the cause I stand alone, my people are far from my home And I don’t hear the fuckin ringer I set on my phone So that’s the way it is and that’s the way that it will be El loco lobo esta me, we’re fucking history And what you see is what you get, get out your money and bet If you’re the king then I’m the guy that gets the queen wet Protect what you invest, jaws got him a gun He jumped the border bound to fuck your life and end your fun Out of the pan and into the burning fire From the rose to the rule of the gun, bullet for hire I’m out on the prowl, I’m evil I know you can see it I’ll prove it til’ you believe it, rip out your heart and eat it [Hook x2] I kennel up, when I see the moon light A breed of an evil caliber animal, I be what I the flees bite I kennel up, so be happy I have a cage I’d bleed you and empty your brains out on the pave [Verse 2] Finger on the trigger to blow it all up Sometimes I wonder why I ever gave any kind of fuck But up in the thick of this wickedness I get this insisting feeling Even if I told them what the fuck Is inside of me it would lose all the meaning Shut it down, lock it up, in the kennel you’re starving Hungry is harming but dying from starvation’s alarming So that’s the way I used to live my life and lay awake And I’ll escape tonight and plan a jail break A dog in a cage, barks spark in a rage Landmark waves forming a wake as I rip through the page And decipher the script. I re-up on the meds And flush them all down the fuckin toilet and clear out my head So the psycho-analyticals continue to think I progress With no idea what I think is best I put the smiley face on, but try to hide my teeth Cuz if you see what I intend to be, it’ll make my lies cease [Hook x2] [Verse 3] I drink elixir, to morph into normal to hide the real picture My life is mobile and never a fixture Sometimes I get to thinking I’ll pass it along Infecting every one of my future children with every song That I might leave behind, hypnotized by the spirit of jaws Pulling them into the flames with the evilest claws So I kennel up, to keep all the poison to myself Hoping my sickness will only be a paperweight on a shelf [Hook x2]