I Don't Wanna Rhyme

[Intro] Yo,Engineer I think I lost my muthafuckin mind man [Verse 1] I remember being on my momma’s porch, a kid with rotten thoughts Tossing tomahawks at kids to knock’em off their rocking horse Now I’m at war connecting cops to electric shock treatment And I’m not leaving til their eyes pop bleeding and heart stop beating The whole cop precinct thinks I should be in a padded room When they the bastards who fucked Luima in the ass with brooms I travel through and kill the mothers of these savage goons Fill the house with gaseous fumes, lighting up a match like BOOM On the crime scene they’ll have the camera zoomed At every massive wound I left when I stab the womb with plastic spoons And now the planet’s doomed cause this afternoon I was pissing out the sun’s flames with guns aimed at the moon Cats assume I’m cracking jokes but I ain’t laughin’ folks I’d slash ya throat for a pack of smokes if my ass is broke Stashing coke staying cool, I ain’t no nervous wreck I earn respect, burning purple sess during urine tests I flirt with certain death, attacking for some fame and fortune With some raging swordsmen torching who's on stage performing Take this chloroform and pour it on some fresh linen Gag you have your head spinning, tied up like the tenth inning Breadwinnin’ I sex women, slap the chaperone Take her in the back to bone and tape it on my camera-phone I have the throne hard as granite stone, the illest rapper known Inside New York’s catacombs, underground cause that's my home [Hook x2] I think I lost my mind, I’m bout to cross the line Start a riot, kill a cop and just toss the nine I’m hungry all the time, pain is all I find Fuck my music, I’ma loose it, I don’t wanna rhyme [Verse 2] I was born from mom’s colon possessed by the ghost of Lamont Coleman Now Sean’s flowing like hemoglobin through a hole in Ron Goldman I’ll be slapping jaws, bitches I be stabbing raw Tapping more than a Jehovah’s witness knocking at ya door Smashing whores, bangin' in the car like 808’s More semen than a naval base, skeeting on their facial traits Me and my label mates don’t need a watch from Jacob’s place To make her take a taste and add devil's horns to a angel face Ain’t at the VMA’s, I’ll be up at CMJ with bitches on their knees to pray Swallowing my DNA, Drunk chugging ENJ, Dodging pigs driving fords I see more holding cells than salesmen at Verizon stores Iron core hard as nails raised inside a garbage pail Coulda went to Harvard, Yale or Princeton, but chose to market sales The end is near, I sense ya fear cause me and Engineer Guzzled Everclear and sabotaged the Western Hemisphere They sent us here when I stepped in Hell with Jezebels Pressed the 12′ and heaven fell every time my record sells I'll be dead or left in jail before I'll be the next to fail Other cats don’t measure well like ounces on a Metric scale My train of thoughts pay the cost and never take a loss Make you a decaying corpse and laugh through my day in court Don’t play it off like I won’t run a razor straight across ya throat Til there’s tomato sauce spraying towards your neighbor's porch [Hook x4]