[Verse 1: Insane Poetry]
It's Insane Poetry, master Yoda of dark rap
See a side in audio dyin' to cut your body slow
I am butcher knife music seen in panoramic vision
Comin' at you from all angles
I hope God's angels got you as my knife strikes across your epidermis
Pulling your flesh open with pliers just to check the surface
Open, scopin' inside your body's interior
The Unsubs, LSP, everybody's inferior
[Verse 2: Rozz Dyliams]
Rozzy is a rich bitch killa, I'm for real
Jumpin' up outta the bushes pig father, make 'em squeal
A Class of Nuke 'Em High byproduct, what's the deal?
You know the saw and axe, so I'mma show you how it feel
All I wanna do is watch your fuckin' blood spill
I must welcome you to Hell
To the Kingdom of the shells
Nowadays everybody is a wicked rapper
But growing up, all of my favorite wicked rappers taught me how to kill
Still kickin' that old-school wicked shit funk
OG, Acid Rap, bumpin' out the hooptie trunk
Every night is Devil's night with Dr. Dylan, you get stuck
Fuck a nun & carve a triple six across her stupid cunt
What the fuck you want?
Why you wanna target me?
Kill 'em all, Capital D, psycho sick insanity
It's killin' season
And I'm street sweepin', with the reason
Cause in my hood, crack is always in season
No sir, officer, I don't have no drugs
The only drug I have is senseless hate
But you already know what's up
Then I rotated my body, reachin' for my registration
When I turned around, I shot him in the motherfuckin' face
And got up out the car all frantic
Called up Ivan in a panic
You try livin' with these voices in your head, no I can't stand it
Now it's ringin, but he ain't pickin' up though, son of a bitch
I got myself together and threw my phone in a ditch
Slow it down, get it together Dylan, why the fuck would you do that?
It's just called being crazy, but I guess I already knew that
Is it really worth it, to go through with that?
Yes, when you see a pig with his wig blew back
It's Insane Poetry, master Yoda of dark rap
See a side in audio dyin' to cut your body slow
I am butcher knife music seen in panoramic vision
Comin' at you from all angles
I hope God's angels got you as my knife strikes across your epidermis
Pulling your flesh open with pliers just to check the surface
Open, scopin' inside your body's interior
The Unsubs, LSP, everybody's inferior
[Verse 2: Rozz Dyliams]
Rozzy is a rich bitch killa, I'm for real
Jumpin' up outta the bushes pig father, make 'em squeal
A Class of Nuke 'Em High byproduct, what's the deal?
You know the saw and axe, so I'mma show you how it feel
All I wanna do is watch your fuckin' blood spill
I must welcome you to Hell
To the Kingdom of the shells
Nowadays everybody is a wicked rapper
But growing up, all of my favorite wicked rappers taught me how to kill
Still kickin' that old-school wicked shit funk
OG, Acid Rap, bumpin' out the hooptie trunk
Every night is Devil's night with Dr. Dylan, you get stuck
Fuck a nun & carve a triple six across her stupid cunt
What the fuck you want?
Why you wanna target me?
Kill 'em all, Capital D, psycho sick insanity
It's killin' season
And I'm street sweepin', with the reason
Cause in my hood, crack is always in season
No sir, officer, I don't have no drugs
The only drug I have is senseless hate
But you already know what's up
Then I rotated my body, reachin' for my registration
When I turned around, I shot him in the motherfuckin' face
And got up out the car all frantic
Called up Ivan in a panic
You try livin' with these voices in your head, no I can't stand it
Now it's ringin, but he ain't pickin' up though, son of a bitch
I got myself together and threw my phone in a ditch
Slow it down, get it together Dylan, why the fuck would you do that?
It's just called being crazy, but I guess I already knew that
Is it really worth it, to go through with that?
Yes, when you see a pig with his wig blew back
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