Nice English class keystyle, turned out real nice. Had a multi-gasm not gonna lie a few times. PS Shoutout to Mrs. Baumgartner, my composition teacher, FUCK YOU FOR FAILING ME YOU OLD CUNT. Enjoy
In the land of people rockin them mocasins where only the roughest go
Dare me to run with bare feet well my people have the toughest "soles",
The toughest flow, the swing of my ax to ya back oh how I love it so,
Like clearing the roughest throat my veins are Siberia Russian cold,
I'm fearing nothing so I'm here bustin domes while shearin ya muscle tone,
Starvinand bleeding bringin back scraps from the garden of Eden stealin the "apple" from this fucker's throat,
Let this fucker know exactly where my knuckles go,
Hey class, come take a look at my structure bro,
Off topic this blocks' blockin my way, Zu grab the cutters yo,
Native American people makin heroin needles stick straight in ya muscles (woah)
I'm fuckin yo busted flows in the open, flowing where the thunder rolls,
I'm somethin so, rugged, touch it leave with a busted skull,
I'm cussin so ya cousins know I'm comin with somethin cold but hey wat you runnin fo,
I'm runnin slow, micheal myers bustin flows, carvin ya fuckin dome until something shows,
Gravedancers racin, take cancer patients and ram there face in till they want some mo',
Fuckin ya mothers throat till it slits like her wrists, revive her then fuck your mothers soul,
She's screamin it's wonderful, wigglin an waving like 'the fuck you crumpin fo',
I run the show 100 lines that rhyme with only one to go,
Screamin FUCK THE COLD in my mocasins stompin it shit even the summer knows,
Runnin out of breath quick he needs more oxygen yall!
!00 pounds of multies won't leave till he's droppin em off
100 intact heads that scream when I'm choppin em all,
I'm stompin em all till the beads on my mocasins fall,
Listenin to the babbling of my Composition instructor,
English? I already speak it and I won't listen so fuck her,
I'm finding my teacher kill her behind the bleachers,
Bury her with the primal creatures who'd like to keep her,
You rhymin weaker, Me? I'ma different kinda of beast sure,
I'm so hardcore I'm usin knives and cleavers as sinus tweasers,
Comparin who's knive is cleaner but bitch mine is deeper,
Inside your features leavin you tastless an scarred I believe her,
This Native is hard leavin you faceless and charred and my wife is meaner,
I fight the reaper he uses his sickle well but my sickle cells made me find that dreams hurt,
I tried to leave dirt so I threw down my shovel to go find a clean shirt,
Arrive with weed sure to make Derdy and Roc bleed worse,
Surely you'll not bleed first with homo low blows to make your seeds burst,
Wait wat the hell does that mean seems like keys work,
Red chucks to leave you dead fucked and scream, curse,
Catch a head rush when the lead stuck until your dreams burst,
Strangle you with my dreamcatcher neck caught in the fine beadwork,
Stompin out your eyes with my red chucks they fresh but now you're blind to sneakers
I try to keep her alive but as soon as she said "wat",
I caught a headrush so know she's still with her head "bust"
All these bad things I've said so, she necro I say she's "dead fucked"
So until the lead rust I follow through your molecules with my red chucks