The Scrapyards

[Intro] Fucking stupid We live in this motherfucker What you thought it was? Ahh [Verse 1: Oh No] [?] run in the stadium Somebody's about to get killed, call Russel Crow up [?] to hold up and I'ma fill in Cause everything I do, I'm ill and don't even show 'em I'm sick I put 'em all in a coma, fuck it they sleeping They unconscious but they hear me speaking It's all over, look it's all over See all I wanna do is get 'em higher than a vulture Then throw 'em off of a coaster Smirks, I bet you yelling, bet you pissed off I put you in the puzzle that I solve like jigsaw Sitting in the meat locker, this shit's raw Throwing hooks at the cow's ribs til my fist's sore A butcher like Dexter, let me bag 'em up Roll 'em off the boat, let the sharks come grab you up Bitch slap you, I let my bitch come slap you up Til I get that money that made Dave Chappelle wrap it up Wrap it up [Interlude: Alchemist] Yeah check it, I got it [Verse 2: Alchemist] Okay let's take it back to the basic Fuck all this off beat rapping and fashion I'm back zone and your back bone get snapped in a fraction With my feet up in the throne relaxing Latoya Jackson, the black sheep can get the people on you clapping Read your story below the caption This shit made me sick to my stomach I throw the napkin over Versace plate [?] and pussy to copulate Dirty utensil, no protective glove when I operate Pockets swole like bumblebee stings I strung out the fiends, throw on my Dungaree jeans Run the machines Tunnel rats, sewer gutter marines Covered in wet suits and rubber boots Flavored in biscuit, butter, and beans Spread the ketchup and mustard across the bun Let a couple fly from out of the [?] and toss the gun You a butterfly Frail, flapping your wings, i'm shutterfly You stirring in a pot, like jambal-i Push GS Lexus with the [?]