Ride

It takes the simplest fact
 Like a slap
 To set a prick back
 Drinking in the cellar with snakes
 Behind a brick stack is where your ass will wind up
 Another drunken mistake
 Pondering blunders
 Until your final breath intake
 They been fake
 Chopped them up and throw their bodies in lakes
 Undo the zipper like strippers that's hiding in cakes
 This one goes out to motherfuckers digging in crates
 Using record stacks for furniture
 Breaks
 The brutal frontal attack
 Knocks you back like a grenade blast
 The dungeon is the place
 Where emcees get slain fast
 I stayed past my welcome
 Lord Jehovah couldn't help them
 I treat sucker ducks like grilled cheese
 Because I melt them
 I smelt them
 Warm-blooded sneaking through my cemetery backyard
 The legendary rap god
 My track's hard
 Bloody Mary Attack Squad
 You're slack-jawed
 I act odd with it
 Because I stay committed
 to keeping throats slitted
 and leaving lungs lacerated
 Splattering patterns on the wall
 Then they coagulated
 Skated on the black ice across the river Styx
 Then I threw a couple of tricks in the mix
 Just for kicks
 Fixed up your whip with a couple of bricks
 and a crowbar
 There you go, star
 Your ride's pimped
 Chopped off your fingers then I put them on ice
 So I could eat them up with cocktail sauce just like shrimp
 Ride
 I got my mouth on a brown bottle like it was a broad's breast
 My mind is up on full throttle
 You could say the god's blessed
 Take a drink or leave it
 But I take it more than not
 Drink a cup of coffee
 Then I chase it with some pot
 My liver probably got rot
 Spend money like a hot shot
 When it comes to what's next
 I'm the king of
 Why not?
 Paint the walls with Dry-Lok
 to keep the blood from seeping in
 This room feels like a casket
 Like a casket that I'm sleeping in
 Paranoid
 Listening for steps
 You think I'm creeping in
 Light up the incinerator
 Because I'm leaping in
 I'm seeking gin and juice
 Use it for sprucing up the evening
 I'm even in your friends' top emcees
 So may we begin
 to discuss the B.I. at hand
 My eyes on that grand
 Rhymes hit your mind like a half gram
 Grand slam
 Slam dunk
 Goddamn rambunctious
 Tongue twist
 Crossing names off of my list
 Balled up fist kissed your mandibles
 Intangible like apparition
 Wishing for pills to cure your itching
 Fishing for bills in your pocket
 So you can cop it at the merch table
 Fiend for the legend
 The fable
 It's the light beer guzzler
 Jig-saw puzzler
 I'd like to send a shot out to my father and my mother
 Because they set me up lovely
 Time to get grungy
 I want to spread my mustard
 All over the country
 Ride