DESCRIPTION:
From Violent Idealist (2014)
Produced by Frank Butter

Lyrics:

(Chorus)

I wanna stab your waist, damn I just can't wait

Been looking to kill a bitch these past days

You say my shit is in bad taste

Causing psychological damage like a bitch after a bad rape

Leave you the bleeding guy on the couch, like half baked

Stab wounds covering your torso, catch a cracked face


(Verse 1)

I'm loving this shit, been at it for some time

My bars shit on every single one of your punk punchlines

Keep these dullards in line with this blunt knife

Color these blinds with your blood, bitch, calm down

I aint trying to fight, I'm tryna end these dumb lines

Scum life, sex aint an option, taping your cunt tight

Spacing with one lines, raping these dumb dykes

You aint adeqeute, your bullshit, I aint having it

I'm stabbing kids, jabbing hits at your cracking ribs

Doper than a stack of bricks, wrapped up and stashed

In a basket bitch

Slashing tricks, get you pregnant then I'm smashing it

Stabbing the stomach after she already had the kid

I'm killing fools, got em drowning in my swimming pool

Ritual killings taking place in my living room



(Verse 2)

Vacate the premise, we performing rapes of anguish

Can't escape the madness, get caged and fed to mantis

Put your head underwater like atlantis

Your chance of surviving is mad outlandish

The bread aint at my hands, so I'm ripping the cake off you bastards

We got a contender on our hands, buried in sand, showed up at the wake saddened

And all you racehating faggots, get your face flattened

Stabbed and brought to death in front of the vast masses

Whipped publically and then whacked on the torso until your sash's shattered

The mass is flattered, so I introduce the cameras

Induce the action until this cat's hammered

The whack chatter aint for this mad stabba

End the show by a upfront execution

Then get suction from a nude bitch,

Reduction of my new kids, seduction by a new trick

The trade is evident, these bitches getting laid by seven men

Until I sever them, increasing my temper by slaying every gentleman

The premises get changed when I enter, this game

Get deaded like yeller, sent into heaven

Fuck the game, I'm the rap gestapo

Smack the posters childs, slap the models

Crack a bottle over Bitch Ladys jaw, so