a Bush Assassin track
IL2
The battlegrounds are blood dreanched/
the shattered sound of substance//
your brain will feel painful/
as i mangle it into nuthin//
poetical punishment/
blessings when ben2y's blunted kid//
the thunder hit from under it/
the target just got lit up//
if we freein you get ripped up/
you could open your mouth//
but it's just vomit you gon spit up/
you aint sick enough to rip with us//
that average rap sh** /
need massive practice//
i'm hard in fact, i'll start the track/
and hit you like a cardiac/
the god of flows/
even the apostles know//
i droped a flow, they felt the blow/
then fell the walls of jericho//
i roam through hell/
unloading shells//
once satans failed, i'm throned and dwell/
forever//
VICIOUS
I rip hearts from chest to relieve my stress
remain cautious while evading the feds
transform reborn at the sight of the moon
my whole death list written in walls on my room
tonight I'm only feeding on a brunette
to stop my rampage you need a gun with a silver bullet
thrillers shake the earth crush immortals
your heart can stop with one touch
prepare night brawl stay blunted
alcoholics derail trains with the power I harness
flawless never leave without a hostage
the world pauses and bends to my will
my brain displays horror shows like Amityville
roll with bandits bad manners and drug addicts
untouchable like the force of two magnets
if i'm still alive the world is unbalanced last chance stand and get slashed with Ra's talons