Sunday Morning Mass Nuggets

[Intro:] Sunday morning mass nuggets I get high & go to church like fuck it [Verse 1: DeadCrow] I throw plenty temper tantrums & put locks on the ankles of sluts so they can't run Random, tosses & swings like a pendulum Bosses & kings with six to ten pens we brung Sprung from under the tongue of a Giant tyrant Then clung to the mildew, kick it like Kung-Fu, this shit vibrates Effortless flow like a broken hydrant & if your chest feels less soul, this shit'll hydrate High rates for high days, that's my day I wake up to bake up, mind states like why wait? Simple as sex with a nympho cast Check the info fast if you think that Kimbo clash I symbol cash rules for the mass fools Fear that i'll forever hold this beer & never make the draft pool But act cool as a cucumber Cause i know the flow will amount to paramount & acute hunger Salute under, any circumstance With perfect stanza my stance does make y'all do a circus dance Purpose trance, mind bobbling these bobble-heads Who gobble bread & heads with Baphomets I'm in amends with myself to not follow trends But I'm being persuaded towards this light of halogens With hollow ends, odd followings & Goth modelling Auctioning my soul for half off offerings [Verse 2: DeadCrow] Similarities between me & my brothers That's nothing, seeds from different mothers, that's stunting Born & raised in different borders Importers of some sort, white snort till we reach Florida waters With our baby daughters in hand I'm fighting the man till i get shipped back in the back of a white van Like fuck them country boys I'm unloading my Golden Eagle like some eager Bounty boys At them county boys, need profits to sky rocket Pockets gotta be looking like "the Chi's" top spit West Ye got noses bleeding like mosh pits Odd shit, hitting on blonde chicks while Spock shifts My, conglomerates, not the Mexis Nor maxi wearing terrorists, we overbearing Barons with Cannibus hot boxing & airing crypts with Arabic's Horrors starring in our mist Praying the Earths decaying or soon come Eclipse Or fuck it, a tsunami hits, to calm me quick I got them pipe dreams, a slight fiend for the rhyme scene Started at nineteen, but the hypes gleam like high beams & uhh, none of these rappers is Siamese They look at the rhyme scheme & think its written in Chinese Plenty more, but I've learned to drink henny more & worry about a penny source rather than these petty sores