Sinister Ces Cru (Ft. Sorceress)

[Intro: UBI]
What’s grosser than gross, yo what’s grosser than that?
Ten babies in a trash can, ten pounds of baby fat
Yo what’s grosser than gross, now what’s grosser than that?
Ten thousand burning Afghans ten thousand maniacs

[Verse 1: Godemis]
Straight out from purgatory with souls who’ll murder for me
Juggernaut, shotgun and cheeba while I’m chugging a forty
Shawtys are all flesh depressed
And got people feeling you sick n shit
Plus spells and hexagram mathematic
Packed to your wicked wit
Now that’s some different shit
Don’t get open just for the listener
I’m cynical couplet finisher
Villager with a derringer
I’m sinister
And sorted out "sorta"s "kinda"s and "maybe"s
Not to contradict
But condoms are no solution for babies
Say we gotta control
Could have been brain surgeons or something
Now we all decided ride on these backstabbers who’s fronting
Are you feeling that?
Are we feeling that?
Stop asking us that
'Cuz in myself speaks to himself I gotta answer us back
Right and exact man
Right up your alley
Sinister
Energy ball diminisher
The killer lurks
Slithering past on your way
Passion to blast you away
For cash a cab and soufflé
Party line or the two way
We do slay
Even you damaged on the regular
Rocking patches over your eyes
Capturing concubines and tattooing CES on their inner thighs
Tied sinister
Heard about preacher’s daughter and the minister
Missionary to spooning passed her off to me to finish her
Stay sinister style blender-er handler style re-kindler
Guest starred upon the track this batshit
You couldn’t remember-er
Rule bender-er hinder you hopeless know this
Focus before you know bliss notice I am sinister