Shady stories that end haily

Can feel something in my head kinda hazy and heavy,

this fucking headache keep invading me like Freddy,

seems elder as rocksteady although I ain't done already,

many shady stories that end haily gotta be told until I'm outtie,

rowdy as Roethlisberger eating a burger while he acts like a bugger,

whether in a bathroom stall, or sucking like a vacuum y'all ain't nothing but suckers,

call up the plumbers, the pipe needs to get fixed,

there's a hole in your dick, like if someone wanted to pierce it,

don't suspect me, cause instead I would've made a tatoo,

saying "I'm too fat to live, someone call Dr. Who!"

I ain't Kevorkian, but I'm devoted to stop this mess,

your life is a quite big one, you can call me Dr. Death,

cram some grenades in your ears, mouth, butt and trachea,

I'm dropping lava, like there was no karma to stop the cheetah,

eat up the corpse like a pizza, with a bigger smile than Mona Lisa,

then leave the body half eaten in front of his family during the shiva,

cannibal but still mamal, lethal as a weapon to provoke a ruckus,

always down to hit the fungus 'til I feel the X busting my plexus,

before I get all crazy and more mordant than a canis erectus,

got spikes instead of teeth as a cactus and a tongue made to work at Rawkus,

my philosophy Teach busts my balls cause he caught me asleep,

so I smothered him with a scotch tape and some thick paper sheet,

gotta write the new rules on the board, someone give me a marker,

now all y'all get drunk as fuck and flip the class with style like Archer!

Some chicks feel warm as a sauna, but their tank tops are volcanos,

everyone knows, but no one never managed to pick up the rose,

the dandelions wanna get blown so they can brag inside the flower shop,

but they suck for coming off the top, they're all a huge flop,

cuties are hot, waiting that I take the spot, now who wanna take a shot,

at me as long as I pop them lyrical bullet slugs 'til I slay the whole flock?

Gimme some rock, so I can rock this place,

with the same rhetoric and the same badass pace,

like an ace of spades, I look dark and sharp,

look out for this jaw homie, here comes a shark,

I know my mark, I'm not blind, I know sometimes my rhymes can be vaulted,

but don't understate me, listen to my statement that makes your state haunted,

zombies, spiders, ghouls, goblins and spectrum are on the lawn,

they wanna fuck up some suburbs and act like bastards until dawn,

but who gonna keep the mess going when I'll be gone?

Relax, plenty other mates love to get the gats drawn!