Arkham

This dark night hasn't started off right,

It's feel is off like, the switch to the wrong light,

Spitting shit that'll cause fright, all night,

On a hog bike, I go straight to the bar.. fight,

Any mother fucker up in that bitch,

Call up the squad come and end this shit,

I spit fire you blowing smoke like an endless spliff,

When it comes to crunch time,

I walk up to the bully in the lunch line,

Run his fucking pockets after I socked him,

Cocked back, rocked him non-stop with,

The jaw dropping, display,

Causing panic stirring havoc mixed with dismay,

Conflict that fucking name was known on this day,

A unheard of random savage,

Feeling as if I had cashed in,

Emptied my morals into the trash bin,

Snapping on many tracks and,

I am going off the top now a days,

On these fucking pussies I pound away,

ConFlict in all caps bet you never heard a louder name,

Nineteen which I am about to be,

None of you fucks complain about the beat,

Never get any answers up out of me,

I am destined to plunge into the minds of many,

Fuck that I'll reach maybe like five if any,

Meaning people who'd even like this,

Don't like it suck a stiff fucking white dick,

While I fuck a Betty Boop bodied sexy white chick,

Bomb pussy, nice tits, round ass I might slip,

Into a new state of well being,

It's been swell seeing, female fans named Chelsea,

I am Hell's being, others start melting when I pelt spleen's,

From the older cadavers in my crawl space,

I bust off with sawed off's taking off face,

Red eyes like I've smoked weed,

Or I've been sprayed with recently bought mace

Corey is coming back soon so that means we're back to,

That same routine where we never ask who,

What, when or why? we just walk in and trash dude's,

Until you go and find we're like hills have eyes,

And your girls a whore sucking like a vacuum,

I'm white and he's black yet that's my blood that's my family in fact,

I would act in violent ways if he became threatened and that's,

The shit that keeps us on going like locomotives,

We're loco so called so cold broseph's

Fuck a topic, start locking me up In Arkham,

Fuck a bargin i'm starving so it's time to sharpen,

These killer instincts that were passed down,

I am number one never ask how, just bow out,

Of any match, you all just got served....

As this got saved like food under Reynolds wrap.