I smell the burning, i'm yearning, it's got me murdering
Not concerned by the hurtful world i'm certainly learning in
Procrastinate? These words got dispersed at such a rapid rate
So final the fate of your spine'll be assassinated
I'm talking straight neck noddin, body bobbin in the river
Give a shit what you think of this shit, not a sliver
I'm happy today, the demons i'm laughing away
The day before was war with mustard gas in the face
Can't complain when the sword is in its sheath
But might wanna warn the police when the Lord is in his disease
I bring ease to the people who keep evil
In their hearts but never let it out
Maybe a little, you know, allow it like every then and now
Its only human to stoop to these lows
sitting on stoops getting loaded, its over with and he knows
Can't lift his head past his shoulders, still sticking the same holes...
