Poison in the Birth Water

You mother-fuckers better guard your grill. Conquer the kill and bow to the architect

Every single beat and rhyme is poisonous as arsenic

Murder just a part of it. I can see the art in it

I can see the pain and the fallen angel in all of it

You a shell of your former self and that's unfortunate
Artillery is heavy and ammunition inordinate
I would never start a fucking war that wasn't warranted
Bullets flying back and forth at you like it's an argument
I'm up to here in shit; it's either shovel it or walk in it
Doesn't go away just cause you choosing not to talk of it
I don't even rhyme over a beat: I fucking torture it
Like taking a butterfly and ripping the wings off of it
There's drama, mother-fucker, then I'mma be at the heart of it
Take his fucking head and demolish it
I'm on some [?] shit
Mississippi, [?], all of it
You a sweet [?]; lighter than a [?]

"Straight up and down, you don't want no conflict"
"I draw first blood. It's over with and that's that"
"Cause I'mma send you home with your mother-fucking teeth missing"

"Was the worst slaughter. There was poison in the birth water"

You mother-fuckers ain't cut like that
Have your whole fam wondering where they loved one at

And the po-9 wondering where they suspect at
I ain't doing five bullets, money, fuck that rap
I will cut that cat; I will put him in the ambulance
Bullets from the automatic make 'em do the hammer dance
You a lost cause: mother-fucker never had a chance
Pazienza rhyme like a mother-fucking avalanche
I'mma let this big Colt-4-5 rip off
And lift a mother-fucker off his feet like a tip-off
Son got mangled cause he was starting to lip off
I hit him till his shoulders touched back like a kick-off
I talked a lot of shit for years and dumbed out
But that's why we have two ears and one mouth
Nowadays, most of my peers has run out
And that's why ghosts appear at Sun House