Overlord overkill
Rap addict know the deal
Ahzmatic mcs can suffocate the breath is real
You wanna play me like the blues
I got that lap steel
French quarter weed castle blowing Bastille
Man I'm past the Pen and paper
Like a Class act
Why you looking
While you looking like an Asshat
I'm all halls but you coughing while you Gag back
All the silly shit you saying better pack that
Porcelain dolls I'm poised to poison you all
I'm getting cocky in the place tripping over my balls
Im on the edge of the Pitt this legend never will fall
hunker down and hide your heads cause I'm taking em all


I break bread with dead heads on acid trips
I spit lead So bow down like a flaccid dicks
I'm glad your trending but your ending is the same old tricks You cant build a pyramid when all you got is shit bricks
I'm gassed up flick a match and I'm lit bitch
I sit Quitely and burn like the the rage pic
Album cover is a shutter man I been fried
All my brothers is covered we a Gotta ten pride
All their others are ghost stuck on the inside
Rocking all black killed the beat like a friend died

What the fuck you think about it now
My wave is colder than a bank from a snow plow
Your days are over little soldier gimme ten now
I can't hear your small talk hold on lemme bend down


Fiction and reality are twins
When one starts the other one begins
I'm not here to try to play pretend
just tryna put it on for my friends
Imma put in on for my friends
Getting flipped out
And Round up the crew a goody night for a sit down
Talk about some shit that we Think can rip down
I'm pissed now you bitched out
All you cartoons
Are living far from the hard truth
With harpoon pick you out of my shark tooth
Hard move sport
getting hit with a barstool
Baddest intentions
But I look like a smart dude
Listen up sunshine
Imma clot in the bloodline
Chum for the chumps
Silly Stupid it's lunch time
Nice night for a knife fight
And I just might
Open up a cold one so I can squeeze out your lime light
All you fucking muppets are puppets I pop the pay roll
Ayo
Stick em up stun em and get the pesos
Lay low
Ain't no body move until we say so
Jerry Garcia we got the Crateful grateful
Fiction and reality are twins
When one starts the other one begins
I'm not here to try to play pretend