Stay Down El-P (Ft. Nick Diamonds)

[Verse 1: El-P]
You know I get down, I'm a downer, heart pounder
LOLin', smelling like Sarin
Felony forecast: El is
Dressed to the nines like a target
Dressed like a bullseye for a blind archer
Heart of a piranha, swimming where the blood chums water
Lark in the darkness watching, I got it this
Boombox burner boy hot shit
Burn like an LA sunset, colorful, toxic
Snuff stuff, deadly and erotic
Walk like a man not a product, run like a strumpet
Talk to the hand sock puppet
Look at them sky write: "fuck it, we heart nothin'
We don't have a tear for your bucket"
Life's but a pageant, that ain't on no deep shit
Try to pull the curtain back crack goes police whip
Here come the stage mums
Dress your little whores to display them
Cutting through my brain like a ray gun
Telling you these fuckers are shameless, Obama to Reagan
Look at how they bent to their training
Why would I be angered
Not when I can chemically hang glide, angle
Face dive mangled, anguish
Notice I maraud odd language, roll a joint
Hit a fraud god 'till he vanquish, bonus point