SoapBox (Feat. RootRotten)

[Verse 1: RootRotten] Let me hit this Levitate off Earth Touchin’ heaven’s gates But not if you wait Life’s too great for me not to celebrate all these celebate bitches Start twitchin cause they’re drippin’ droppin’ panties in the kitchen Caution! Wet floor Slippin’ Sippin’ drink and sttin’ getting twisted How I’m living And I’m ape on shit I’m givin’ Mixin’ up with different women Now I’m sinning Now I’m sinning And I’m singing different paces Fill it up my mind is racing I’m pacin’ Facin’ blunts While creating humanities new fascinations Dig a hole in the dirt And fuck the world with revelations Satan’s waiting I’ve got a dick for a tongue, cause my words do the raping And my pen does the reaping Killing rappers while they’re sleeping Me and Krueger got a meeting Watch me keep ‘em bleedin’ Seepin’ [Verse 2: SpookyTooth] There’s a haunting in your mental Ghost me in, Ghost me up I’ll wander all your horror corridors and reside inside your basement Touch you on your shoulder so you know for sure you’re not alone Rock your spirits down to sleep Her lonely soul is mine to keep If actions first speak louder than the words that follow after I’ll be the most deafening laughter you’ve ever heard I’ll be the ringing in your ears Christmas Caroling for years All of the words that are easier to spit than swallow Now I can stalk in days and nights with a pack of the forests finest Savage gash, smokes hash, drink the fluid from your decorative lighter Lean your skull back, scream, aim, spit fire Desolation of Smaug complex only when the situation is dire But why we remove the wisest of our teeth? All the knowledge of my ancestors Worth a quarter for the kiddies I’d rather be a golden retriever living with an upperclass white family than one of the ignorant mutts saying should’ve would’ve could’ve with me It’s always important to separate fact from fiction Splash of water in your face just to refresh your diction I’d rather ink the story straight than pan going overboard It’s not that I’m a coward but I’d rather be a Pen than a Sword Please heed my advice I’m not using it anyways Whitney Houston we have a problem Itching ash turns to gash in leg Your favorite Heroine loves heroine And Clark Kent is on the dope beat Little Spidey loves his opiates And The Flash is on the speed I pick my groceries by twos I suffer from a period of blues I crank back before the punch connects and knocks you off your shoes We like Cocaine and Caviar We need Coffee and Contentment TV as seen on LSD I put my death before my decaf There’s no sympathy for greater evils When I’m drinking myself sober There’s no freedom song for lyric rebels Once this song is over