LAYIN WASTE
From the place I was born, I been banished
I'm engorged in a land full of war against man
I got caught in the middle, didn't plan it
I'm feelin' outlandish
Stickin' out like a sore thumb and my sword enchanted
Feelin' volcanic, layin' waste to the earth
The whole planet in a panic
Young Richard Ramirez in yo home with a switchblade
Hit yo dome till the shit break, put a stone through yo membrane
I'm insane, never had no guidance in life
So I creep at night with a knife, tryin' to justify what's in my mind
But I just can't seem to do it
I know I'm fucked up, I don't know why I'm actin' clueless
Leave my victims with slices and bruises
'Gon and jump if you'd like me to prove it
Mane screw it
Hit his ass up for the one time
So he can get a taste of the blade
Wrap him in layers of chains, the razor in play
Lil boy put the prayers away
Jesus can't save you today
Raven strayin' away from the herd and I'm stayin' away
Blood spray on my face and I bathe in it day after day
Put my face on display for everybody to see and examine
I'm spreadin' plagues, diseases and famine
I'm sailin' 'cross the seven seas with a cannon and a crew of bandits
My heart so fuckin' cold, I could freeze the entire planet
Then I vanish (Where?)
Into the mist
With the hoes, I ain't intimate
Put a hole in ya mission quick, I flip the script
And send my youngins out to go and hit the lick
You get flipped and split down the middle like you missin' dick
Then I open up an endless pit
Fuck around and get kicked in it
Motherfucker I'm with the shits
Power in me and it's limitless lil bitch
Cocaine on a weekday, I'm feelin' marvelous
Long ass sword on my back cut through yo cartilage
No space in my new home, it's filled with carcasses
Strong ass kick into yo chest, comin' like Spartacus
I be startin' shit you can't finish, better get back
Glock 23 on me, hear the click clack
Bird Gang till the grave, boy I been that
The trenches, I was in that
Acid pack, a thousand hits, come and get it 'fore it's gone
Take a strip and you'll be gone for a long time
Boy I'm sick up in the dome, I ain't pickin' up the phone
Man I think I was born in the wrong time