S8- Alternative School

I think it's time, it's called for This time is calling for a redundant beat "So they set to work in one of the big yellow rooms of the castle and worked for three days and four nights Hammering and twisting and bending and soldering and polishing and pounding at the legs and body and head of the.." [an excerpt from The Wonderful Wizard of Oz] (All the rappers I slayed...) (I bring the...) Somebody sign this, that's the punch line and ender Violent, two time offender Check my psych file record I'm just wild I kick it to groupies like "hi we can die together" Still crush your spine, sex drive on Chi Omga I pop off, lop off limbs, pile members I write rhymes that look like suicidal letters My skin two-ply crocodile leather Fuck seasons styled pepper A thousand yard stare, this is Nam They call me the hand of God Three tour sniper expert Got them drugs like Walter White and Ecker You all look like Satan just appeared in front of a bunch of Bible clenchers I bring in bars springing in cars singed from fire Spaced out like Don Berliner and Whitley Strieber I'm gassed and I wanna blow up somebody flick the lighter (All..All the rappers I slayed...) (I bring the..) Witness this kid get skinned to red meats Since Trick Daddy's AIDs rumors You ain't heard nobody spit this deadly Turn his crib to a mausoleum He already in it Dead In his bed as a crypt as Egyptian buried I'm sick I drop shit like dysentery Cigarettes dipped in jellies Spliffs piss embalmed Like obituaries They isn't ready I catch bodies It's the closest feeling I get to splitting cherries I'm here getting retarded, like All proceeds go to the kids at Jerry (All the rappers I slayed...) (I bring the..)