The Bronzeman

Yo, yo, fuck a diamond, I used to only hit a pitch off one
On home plates, we ball of the base, hit it and run
Body heavy metal, bet I only travel on frowning horses
Inhale the forest, fled the house of a thousand corpses
Housing my name in your mouth, will get you John Booth'ed
I let myself out of my jail, 'cause I'm the truth
Eyes shimmer like rivers of broken bottles of Smirnoff
Successions of sound splash from windows, spilling off
Still emboss my logo, cough death on moguls calls
Skin clincks like 18 BronzeMen in the halls
The seeds of my cold blood travel through deep veins
Grew up with no hands, arms was spiked ball and chain
The hills have eyes, they saw me escape the hive
Keep my blowgun, shirt or your back, until you die
Voice squirt cyanide, crack open a winter sky
For cash, I need a ski mask and a Rambo knife
Hike on clouds, look South, watch the city rumble
From a million hunger pains, and those bees that bumble
I'm filled with screams that I can never let slip
They say of the poet and madman, we all have a bit

And fuck ya videos, I only watch channels, not the mainstream
My sheeth holds cannisters and manuals of daydreams
Brita water, filter slaughter, chop the broccoli sloppy
My habit's insane performing an audio-topsy
Cotton grown, testosterone, got Glocks for bones
Drink a Marsh of H20, think harsh darts and throw
Maybe blow, poison tips, razor tits
Sour as lemon sticks, my fetish is
Wet pussy with splatter patterns
I'm dark like Rouge Park murders under camera lanterns
Sharp as a thorn on a rose from your ex-wife
Sly as a sleuth with a slipknot on your windpipe
Lynch mic stands, I got a weather vein mind bend
Laugh is like rubies and dances on the vile winds
I live probably like the Mothman prophecy
Ferment like winery, Iliad be my odyssey
We puff crimson then drink marble from lead pipes
Run from daylight like Payton from Jake's on grey nights
When the blocks hot I stand with my heart frozen
Clap like a thousand books closing
And pop loud as a thousand rosaries broken
Wove gold wind into silver clouds of Sativa
Word to Solomon, love Sheba down to her amoeba

Yo, yo, who in the world could spit it like me
Unlikely, shiesty for that mic piece
My Clan deep, no white sheets
Wife beaters and Nike sneaks
Skeet on divas who treat us like, black Jesus and feed us
Tahitian cleavage, with features
That keep men beating they Peter's
We terror predator veterans
Trend setters who better when, under pressure
'Cause better lines, prime timers like Letterman
Then just shine in a second, yeah, I'm uncommon like edison
Say you sick with the rhymes, well then I'mma vomit the medicine
Bomb atomic like Deck over beats like Impeach the President
Save the beef for you freaks
It ain't nothing sweet, and aint never been
If you keep it at peace, it won't have to level your residence
Better to chill, nigga, take a breather, let us settle in
Need the speed of the cheetah, with feet as a big as an elephants
Ammo like John Rambo, to stand a chance on my element
Handle hammers with elegance, damage the camera's evidence
Ammo that dismantle limbs, where you stand is irrelevant