This Is Iraq (Houthi Kids with AKs)

Yo, look, illuminati wants my mind, soul, and my body,

Bugattis, everything in the world cannot harm me, if God’s with me,

Bring a army, Sodom and Gommorah, a hell pawn for zombies,

Bury a body, tell some tales that will haunt you, this is Iraq,

A place where the king dies, and you never get your life back,

You a slave to that dead man, God is a wiz with a ice pack,

That life pack, after that knife jab, time to slice that,

Kind rats, bury the hatchet, like that, a little boy I met

Across the beat, unlike me, he had a heartbeat, I’m a mix

Of Billy Wood, and Elucid in Harlem street,

Talk to me, never mind dont talk to me, I shattered concrete,

You off beat, sorry G, my cousins will parlay you in that off sheet,

Lyrical ghost in the background, Scottie Pippen, the long nose,

Like P and O, the P means the power in words, sure, I can tower

And swerve, birds chickens, I’m housing them first, had a human race,

I saw Adam in my kitchen, defenestrated I did, elimination I slid,

Slide back the clip, and bring a fist full of gin, I did, my eyes lit,

Form spliff, no help in this cold den, no lions lying to me,

Their pride dying like me, my pride eyeing the street, sidelining them

Fiends, fight titans and beasts, my own heart is a Poseidon water,

Liquid flowers in the iron vase, time to release, underground,

Black tar artist, fentanyl dreamer, love sick puppy, with acid in

His stomach, sucka, better gut em, like a fish in a skillet,

This is a image so picture and vivid, that I found two ducks,

Sitting by Lake Carachay, screaming for mercy and chemical

Submerging, these tweetie birds need to focus, my own Yaburi potion,

Is potent, told ya, flow sick, my own whip, needs a focus, poser,

I ain’t perfect, no soldier, no hope for the devil, he needs to burn,

Candle stick moments.