I’ve been gone for awhile so I’ll start with the right plan,
I got the heart of a white man carved in my right hand,
Run so far to the bright land that the stars in my eyes jam,
With the skull of a white man getting pulled through the white sand,
Damn I told you I’d only be gone for a second,
I got 100 more bombs in my checklist yeah it’s long and impressive
But fuck all that cause Yah is back so now the games over,
Callin me a chainsmoker when I put ya family ion a row with a flamethrower,
Wanna see if my aims slower, well my trigger fingers lightning fast,
Wanna see all my bullets well all you gotta do is politely ask,
9/11 high as heaven the same flight where my dreams crashed,
Sittin with the oldest people I’m a golden eagles with both of my wings smashed,
Killer from Kansas abandoned by all shit, even your angels,
When I say my flow causes tornadoes it’s not just some great hoax,
Such great hope that I’m walkin barefoot in a war zone,
With eagle feathers on Jesus’ crown after the thorns grow,
I’m so deranged I’m sittin in the back stabbin burlesque dancers,
Grab the strippers with breast cancer and hit em with sledge hammers,
Wat? I think my brain’s got a hint of damage,
These random multis like Pluto you know I didn’t “plan it”
Sorry if that’s someone elses line I can’t remember,
I’ll cut the mailmans legs off if you tell me that I can’t deliver,
Reachin into my quiver, pull out an arrow or two,
I speak lines so evil Eden soon becomes barren of fruit,
I’ve got 20 arrows for you, I’ll aim then I pull it,
Shoot so many at your theres no more room for the bullet,
Don’t want me too pull it? Well I got a pit and 2 german shepards,
And all there nerves are restless, they’ve never heard of weapons,
2 tomahawks that I’ma drop as I’m rippin through em,
Fuckin canibal my animals sippin on the drippin fluid,
Sorry but I spit faster, my scheme is a bit backwards,
I train to grappel in chains and shackles after I whipped master,
Theres no future for those shooters so I’m unable to live after.