sinking yachts & ships
1 eye is the pirate's witch
screaming loud and high pitched;
Preaching what I'm bout
born in the west Reared in the south,
survived the heat without a gold tooth in my mouth,
still a ‘G' since my moms birth me out;
Blazing with the flame,
slaying all my foes that was once considered friends;
Feds at my door
but I'm so composed
you can call me egg boiling hard on the stove
with a basement full of optimal highdroponics;
Asking me questions bout whats going on?
Lye with a straight face;
Chickens on the burner,
cake baking in the oven
Left satisfied,
they didn't know the Dillinger was loaded ready to blow;
cooler than a fan with my Ambidextrous flow,
skills so tight black lights don't glow
or
exhibit any kind of evidence hidden on the low
of what secretly grows;
Been Bonafical
before they handed me the whistle,
born official,
all my crimes are whispers;
Torture your lioness,
pull out her whiskers one by one
because I'm a son of a gun;
couldn't find spit
so the feds planted my prints,
but it's all to the good because damn God is good!
Repent before I sleep
and when I wake back to the streets,
clarks on my feet,
so they don't hear me when I creep;
I'm a guerrilla laying low to kill ya,
red rumming clowns,
laying them down with permanent smiles,
like kool moe dee,
how you like me now?
Hate to play foul but punks on my dial,
So I'm planning and scheming to avoid the green mile;
Now the plots ready,
leave them chopped up like confetti,
my aim extremely steady,
hold my breathe...