Deathgrip 7L & Esoteric

[Verse 1]
Guard your chest motherfucker it's the bars of death
Lyrically sick, address them cards to Es
Fuck the game
Charge the ref, hard to test
Fuck your frame
Hard your vest, scar your flesh
Like you’re large in breast
Kidnap the cats that spit whack shit
Bury right-wingers with the flag on they casket
Hatchet, hammer and axe
I stay hammerin' acts
And snap the frame at the rate at which a camera snaps
When this animal raps
I'm more creative than Al-Qaeda when they plannin’ attacks
Dishevеled I'm facing treble
My wholе clan of rebels (?)
While you stand and meddle
I stand in meadows the romantic enchanted ghetto
Just pullin' bullets out my bandolera
You stand in peril like Compton
In a sweater vest
Beggin' me to death to take out Red & Meth and put it mega death
Shea slaughters, you act tough for a tape recorder
Used to offer rhymes now your line's "can I take your order"
I put you on a stretcher when you die
Throw the book at you
Catch you in the eye with "Catcher in the Rye"
Morbid swordsman, rap fortuneteller
Just an ordinary fella storin' organs in my cellar
I ain't trippin' this is portabella