Connoisseur

The only time you're lit
Sticking a fork inside the outlet
You lie it's no wonder why
When I speak, you see I'm 'bout it
Get moving or we're bruising
My space is getting crowded
What are you proving
You done losing?
At this pace, you're getting grounded
You stupid dumb retarded
Oh my God, don't get me started
ID you getting carded
Erased, you getting slaughtered
Fuck you because I'm guarded
Smoke Cubans, smash a goddess
Pubescent, you as an artist
Militant, I go the hardest
Military visionary
Pretty scary
It's getting hairy
Hear me clearly?
Nah, not really
They don't feel me
Hate me dearly
Fuck it's nothing
I'm not bluffing
Not stuffing, just disgusting
Cause concussion
Big combustion
Then they rush in just for nothing
Getting rinsed
Get the sense
Getting tense, you're in a pinch
Innocence we go against
Creep show, get a glimpse
Shooter like a free throw
Kruger, but with heat though
Fastened up with cleco
Snipe 'em through the peephole

A Ruger 4 and intruder
And their body made into manure
By the pigs, I'm a connoisseur
But psychotic and love gore
Hypnotic, can't ignore
But I'll stomp you to the floor
It's Melodic, they want more
But with me, not a war

A Ruger 4 and intruder
And their body made into manure
By the pigs, I'm a connoisseur
But psychotic and love gore
Hypnotic, can't ignore
But I'll stomp you to the floor
It's Melodic, they want more
But with me, not a war

Life's tragic, don't get dramatic
Choose wisely, not the static
Or you'll find me in your attic
I'm calculated, not sporadic
The debt you'll pay is tragic
'Cause with me it's getting drastic
I'm a problem, a bad habit
Need to be locked in a room that's padded
Arkham asylum, mark of the tyrants, arc of violence, here they come
Sounds of the sirens, sounding like violins
No one chiming in, you done
Punctured lungs, not so strong
Fuck a gun, one-on-one
Get it done, let's get it son
Be a man, not some bum
Just kidding
I'm never quitting
I'll die for real, I'm admitting
For my pride that's why imply, no lie
Stay single not committing
That right there, that's hitting
Spit knowledge, speaking wisdom
Like a ghost, I'm an apparition
When I'm done you'll need a mortician
Need a commission
What a conniption
Malicious militia, the inscription
Having a vision come to fruition
I'm too efficient, newest edition
For real, you should be concerned
There's no ending on good terms
Left pending, then confirmed
When you're sleeping with the worms

A Ruger 4 and intruder
And their body made into manure
By the pigs, I'm a connoisseur
But psychotic and love gore
Hypnotic, can't ignore
But I'll stomp you to the floor
It's Melodic, they want more
But with me, not a war

A Ruger 4 and intruder
And their body made into manure
By the pigs, I'm a connoisseur
But psychotic and love gore
Hypnotic, can't ignore
But I'll stomp you to the floor
It's Melodic,they want more
But with me, not a war



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Writer(s): Persona
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