Poison in the Birth Water

You mother-fuckers better guard your grill. Conquer the kill and bow to the architect

Every single beat and rhyme is poisonous as arsenic

Murder just a part of it. I can see the art in it

I can see the pain and the fallen angel in all of it

You a shell of your former self and that's unfortunate

Artillery is heavy and ammunition inordinate

I would never start a fucking war that wasn't warranted

Bullets flying back and forth at you like it's an argument

I'm up to here in shit; it's either shovel it or walk in it

Doesn't go away just cause you choosing not to talk of it

I don't even rhyme over a beat: I fucking torture it

Like taking a butterfly and ripping the wings off of it

There's drama, mother-fucker, then I'mma be at the heart of it

Take his fucking head and demolish it

I'm on some [?] shit

Mississippi, [?], all of it

You a sweet [?]; lighter than a [?]

"Straight up and down, you don't want no conflict"

"I draw first blood. It's over with and that's that"

"Cause I'mma send you home with your mother-fucking teeth missing"

"Was the worst slaughter. There was poison in the birth water"

You mother-fuckers ain't cut like that

Have your whole fam wondering where they loved one at

And the po-9 wondering where they suspect at

I ain't doing five bullets, money, fuck that rap

I will cut that cat; I will put him in the ambulance

Bullets from the automatic make 'em do the hammer dance

You a lost cause: mother-fucker never had a chance

Pazienza rhyme like a mother-fucking avalanche

I'mma let this big Colt-4-5 rip off

And lift a mother-fucker off his feet like a tip-off

Son got mangled cause he was starting to lip off

I hit him till his shoulders touched back like a kick-off

I talked a lot of shit for years and dumbed out

But that's why we have two ears and one mouth

Nowadays, most of my peers has run out

And that's why ghosts appear at Sun House