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Helter Skelter, read all about it
Bury me six feet deep underground with a
Tech 12 and a tweaked up sound system
Watch pavement pound till the ground splits and
Spits up my corpse intact
Mic cord running through soil where my Jordans land
Chilling in my B-Boy stance
Dream killing emcee’s trying to eat off rap (please)
Break bones like Steve Seagal scraps
Your sixteens tickle like keyboard hands
Style ain’t fly like seagull flaps
Moonwalk out the booth. Tune out your tunes
F--k trying to record tracks…
Take this as a warning like 5:46 in the morning
D-Sisive here to destroy trash
The forth letter like Detroit hats
Beat goes boom like bullet goes bang
Cock back: ready to spray
Heads go nod like bobble-head till…
Every neck in the venue’s sprained
I step on stage, spectators rage
Hands flying up in air…
With “Oh’s” out their lips: Toes bouncing then…
We kill ‘em with some filthy s--t
Like this…
What it don’t mo—erfu—er, I’m against the grain
Shotgun bucker, one pull spills your brains
I’m from the block where they slap box and pack glocks
Brutal
Hot sidewalks could cook noodles
Pen game insane, I scribble the riddle
Reign untamed, you lames cannot drizzle
Official, I can’t be stopped
I cause wrecks like Brandy stops off ten brandy shots
Alcoholic, gutter emcee
No matter how you call it, pull g-ns, take wallets (run it)
Soon to be big like Chris Wallace
Hopefully bigger, get brolic, I choke me a ni—er
Go loco, throw away tres-ocho
Shoot dough-doughs, hollow points slay po-po
D-Sisive, Detroit connect
G-nmen waving techs when we take your checks