many thoughts I have are the darkest artist
so fucking dark I mean I seem heartless
fuck & feast a carcus blunts heavy sparking
you steady barking your head I'm steady marking
you becoming prey ya turning me to hate
& when you do that it means a burden's made
heart in this instrumental it's that heart beat
fork & knife in hands if you start beef
that's my bread & butter you're fuckin' with
I put the fun in funeral & I'ma have some fun with it
sheit, me & my lupine mate all you see is dark sides
howls from these wolves like some war cries
shit in my mind is coming to life like I'm doing acid
my villains got hot biscuits straight out the basket
only freaks understand my ways like Cirque De Soleil
staring at blood streams I cannot ignore mang
I'm a dead man walking that's why I wear corpse paint
Eastern Ave, Eastern Ave Las Vegas for sure mang
pen is mightier than the sword murder was all I wrote
that's why I grabbed your head & stabbed my story into your throat
we are alligators we chomp at allegations
I don't jump to conclusions, conclusions jump to me
My truth is so ugly why you wanna fuck wit me?
Why you wanna fuck wit me? conclusions jump to me
I was on the edge of sanity til I fell IN
bash your face in then slash like Jason
most need to shut their fucking mouths I don't need to hear it
like a dis to my appearance will leave you disappearing
man I'm bananas & my banana split
go hard with a crowbar as I slam & hit
I been causing accidents from an emotional mess
I didn't see it clearly til I was holding your neck
I don't raise hell cuz hell raised me
bad nerves on the trigger finger itch like scabies
I'm off the wall like a padded 1 hunt for me better grab a gun
street style like a hobo punk bastards don't know though
who's got the meaner burn when I make the sun set with a scowl
devoured like a meal stomach upset with a growl
it turns red like my eyes a sign of "fuck you!"
I write it in the Art Of War like Sun Tzu
fist to fist wit cha dig a ditch wit cha
only at your wake will you get the big picture
fangs out like razors stalking you like gators
it'll be sooner than later get discontinued like pagers
S.I.D.R.O.E. you goddamn bitches, S.I.D.R.O.E.! Aut disce aut discede...2013 on ya ass
