LOF
Bar-Buryin
I hate rap, only do hip hop for hypocrisy
Showin these kids they just god damn wannabe’s
I ought to be shot by snipers crossin beams
Squads and fleet watching constantly under lock and key.
Boomin, discluding all of Mothman’s prophecies
Cause I’m disputing the view of the future he offered me.
I run this game, carry rappers till my muscles strain
But the globe on my shoulders don’t effect rugged Bane,
Morphine mask relax the growing stomach pains
So this act of eating battlers is just Hunger Games.
I’m so reckless, in the bible I got no mention
Once I found the gate to Heaven was built with Stone Henges,
Waking up in cold sweats in 20 below trenches
With bone shreds in old wreckage of body blown segments.
World under my control I left the globe breathless
Eyes closed spoke, spreadin Indrid Cold’s message
I’ll splinter your frame of mind, body chalked in a line
When that kalashnikov cough a coffins where you reside.
So lay off talkin bout you spray glocks quicker
While I raise arms like I was Adolph Hitler
I won’t hide it I’m the atheist you paint me as
In the art of war I ‘drew blood, soe’ call me the Patriot.