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Skinhead
- im the ghost of [Tom Joad](Steinbecks working class hero turned militant) with a [Draco in my overalls](rural white poverty meets urban violence)
- steel toe Walt Whitman kicking down your ancestral walls
- they call me 'Skinhead', not the kind that marches with torches
- the kind that skins heads alive and wears 'em as my court shoes
- [I flay rhymes](Surgical dismemberment of opponents lyrics) like a dermatologist with a vendetta
- peel back your top layer, [show the coward in your skeleton letters](hidden weak bars in their verses/bones under skin)
- [you claim thick skin? nah, you Epidermis, paper thin](Wordplay on "epidemic")
- [I exfoliate fakes with the grit of a singing slim](scary Slim Shady reference +"slim" as knife)
- [I tag crews like a Nazi with a Mauser](gang graffiti/concentration camp numbering) and too much time
- [turn rap sheets to tattoos,](criminal records made permanent) i mean ink, your crimes in subdermal lines
- [they bleed blue?](police brutality/prison gang colors) nah, thats just prison ink leaking
- I edit skin with straight razors, [call it lyrical bleaching](skin whitening/erasing opponents identity)
- I transplant faces, i mean wear, [your skin like a Gucci ski mask](luxurious violence)
- [sew your lips with fishing line so your ghost cant ask](silencing victims/actual mob disposal tactics)
- why your momma cries when they find just the fat
- [no bones, no teeth, just my name etched in the vats](lye dissolution serial killer flex)
- [I tan hides in lyrical lime, stretch frames on album covers](chemical flesh removal/quicklime diss tracks)
- your last verse? a belt buckle on my Sunday slacks motherfucker
- [the Klan wanted my scalp, now they model my designs](Irony of racists wearing my skin fashions)
- fashion week in hell, i mean walk, my collection of peeled opp signs
- they found your dna in my Nike Air Max soles
- [ground you to gelatin, now you bounce when the beat rolls](human remains in shoe rubber/making beats from bodies)
- I render fat for soap, i mean cleanse, the game of your stench
- [even your mom lathers up, thats lyrical capital punishment](holocaust soap myth +ultimate disrespect)
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