The Scrapyards - Gangrene

Fucking stupid

We live in this motherfucker

What you thought it was?

Ahh

run in the stadium

Somebody’s about to get killed, call Russel Crow up

to hold up and I’ma fill in

Cause everything I do, I’m ill and don’t even show 'em

I’m sick I put 'em all in a coma, fuck it they sleeping

They unconscious but they hear me speaking

It’s all over, look it’s all over

See all I wanna do is get 'em higher than a vulture

Then throw 'em off of a coaster

Smirks, I bet you yelling, bet you pissed off

I put you in the puzzle that I solve like jigsaw

Sitting in the meat locker, this shit’s raw

Throwing hooks at the cow’s ribs til my fist’s sore

A butcher like Dexter, let me bag 'em up

Roll 'em off the boat, let the sharks come grab you up

Bitch slap you, I let my bitch come slap you up

Til I get that money that made Dave Chappelle wrap it up

Wrap it up

Yeah check it, I got it

Okay let’s take it back to the basic

Fuck all this off beat rapping and fashion

I’m back zone and your back bone get snapped in a fraction

With my feet up in the throne relaxing

Latoya Jackson, the black sheep can get the people on you clapping

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This shit made me sick to my stomach

I throw the napkin over Versace plate

and pussy to copulate

Dirty utensil, no protective glove when I operate

Pockets swole like bumblebee stings

I strung out the fiends, throw on my Dungaree jeans

Run the machines

Tunnel rats, sewer gutter marines

Covered in wet suits and rubber boots

Flavored in biscuit, butter, and beans

Spread the ketchup and mustard across the bun

Let a couple fly from out of the musket and toss the gun

You a butterfly

Frail, flapping your wings, i’m shutterfly

You stirring in a pot, like jambal-i

Push GS Lexus with the