real folk blues

yeah my smoke stained shirt got some stories to tell

A young troubled youth with packs to sell

rhymes explicit like his mademoiselle

knows he has to buy heaven cos he's goin to hell

you can the call me the creature its a pleasure to meetchya

I can tell you a thing or two but I aint no teacher

 

Killin rhymes for fun so I don't need a gun

to hit the mictop drop and straight murder someone

Dark thoughts on overtime and you know they work for free

So I shackled light and now they slave to inspire me

cones all day- say it with me- fuck sobriety

and Trump is the rubber when i say fuck society

His art like picasso but his brush act violently

the reds all blurred like a rabbid rabbit fantasy

said fuck God now he lives his life in blasphemy

Uni town girl you know she was well read

decapitate the bitch but she still give me head

now shes all chopped up and tucked under my bed

treat the ladies right yeah thats what my momma said

so step away from reality and ill project my insanity

cos you know that its about to be - all about the casualties

go and fuck an amputee it makes a better rapsody

you know he'd do it happily if it stops him lookin raggedy

rhymes into gold yeah they call it rap alchemy

if your goin round (town) lookin down on his majesty

its bout to be a travesty here comes the cavalry

a swift blood mist dispersed through the whole galaxy

yeah they take their time like they're being paid hourly

never weighed down cos we're high fuck gravity

Naturally we're family sleepin on the balcony

corrupt your morality fuck a fake analogy

our rhymes never maggoty fresh like chastity

in life theres no guarantee we make our own reality

roll it up pack it up burn it down slow

gotta get up to leave this all time low

when you think about it yeah theres nowhere else to go

preachin sanitys pernicious as if you didnt know

so we leave it all behind with the real folk blues

now we preachin world peace with our lyrical haikus

 

me and all the booze crews

they say our screws loose but we live for the snooze ooze

it mutate the cells like a mad turtle terror

avenger defender make us sharper than the shredder

so dont get offenda when I say grab the cheddar

cos this shit is now a bender get the treasure out the dresser

stomach always rumblin no food gettin slender

worthless like coal but a diamond under pressure

hit the sesh spot like a force divided by the area

this lyrical malaria causin mass hysteria

i jump on the mic a great white thatll maul ya

yeah these other mcs I leave em dead in the water

teach a man to fish and he might make it one day

but teach a man to rap and he'll have somethin to say

Yeah knowledge is power thats why im cookin the books

haters tryin to shout out but they just choke on my hooks

I dont deal with no mooks like pawns to my rooks

But if im selling kush they break out the checkbooks

one last rhyme like dessert its candy

This Creatures mad vicious dont you agree