Skinhead
• Written by wasp
wasp's Notes
kinda racist, dont take it seriously, got inspo from kanye
im the ghost of Tom Joad with a Draco in my overalls
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 like a dermatologist with a vendetta
peel back your top layer, show the coward in your skeleton letters
you claim thick skin? nah, you Epidermis, paper thin
I exfoliate fakes with the grit of a singing slim
I tag crews like a Nazi with a Mauser and too much time
turn rap sheets to tattoos, i mean ink, your crimes in subdermal lines
they bleed blue? nah, thats just prison ink leaking
I edit skin with straight razors, call it lyrical bleaching
I transplant faces, i mean wear, your skin like a Gucci ski mask
sew your lips with fishing line so your ghost cant ask
why your momma cries when they find just the fat
no bones, no teeth, just my name etched in the vats
I tan hides in lyrical lime, stretch frames on album covers
your last verse? a belt buckle on my Sunday slacks motherfucker
the Klan wanted my scalp, now they model my designs
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
I render fat for soap, i mean cleanse, the game of your stench
even your mom lathers up, thats lyrical capital punishment
