LOF
Just Silver
I’m gonna plain spazz out like looney toon Tazz mouth
And act out every scene seen on TV on this couch
In large amounts, the ounce decreases, sweet Jesus
I need somethin to put me at peace ‘til the week ceases
Peace like a fresh Wood in Stock Backwood get a cop
Back of my mind I unwind with what I might just get caught… with
Smoking up in my apartment, neighbor arguments of how strong it is
Like it aint my fault it is, plus I pay my rent, I should be mad at what’s spent
Stupid neighbor, get out before I chase ya or rape you like a Laker
And "leave" the scene like autumn rake ups and resume to get the day done
Its okay son, your fathers a gun, its been long time since you met
Let my finger do a full stretch and cock the hammer with a two-step
Bang Bang whose "next", like that old MTV show I’m H-BO your H to the obo
Overdose on dxm dyslexic music promos choose slow-mo
For my way of living never picked the way of Christians
I stay sinning while the devil grinning on my television
Hook |Spyder/Silver
Ill masterfully pai – wait! I’ll tactically hate like Poe in Furthermore
I’ll assault em, No! I’ll insult em, it’ll hurt em more.
More Sinister shit than Ethan Hawke I see em talkin
Our Syndicate would make Stephen Hawking believe in God kid.
Spyder
I got them limitless pills, any bout over in flashes
My prescription is filled and I’m ownin these faggots.
Visions to kill, champions gold controllin the match with
Sickening skill, like petroleum gas soakin some match tips.
I am, patrolling the map with my golden staff roamin the atlas
‘Til its Stone Henge's magic or the oceans my address.
Explosive gadgets, leavin limbs ripped and tapered
'Spyder' leave your ‘figure-ate’ like figure skaters.
Before a war, I take sorcerer's form and morph a sword
That’ll leave your aborted corpse found in an episode of Storage Wars.
I’m not a sort of savior, force of nature clear out your nomenclature
Warped behavior of Norman Bates orchestrating in a torture chamber.
My mortal ways not normal, pains my playful portrait painted
pokin' pagans porous faces ‘til their bloods pourin on the pavement.
Its come down to me vs myself, I’ll let the pen settle this
Ghost writing from a ouija board with death sentences.
Hook |Spyder/Silver
Ill masterfully pai – wait! I’ll tactically hate like Poe in Furthermore
I’ll assault em, No! I’ll insult em, it’ll hurt em more.
More Sinister shit than Ethan Hawke I see em talkin
Our Syndicate would make Stephen Hawking believe in God kid.