Controlled Demolition

Lyrics

[Henderson the Rain King Intro] America is so big, everybody working, making, digging, bulldozing, I guess that sufferers suffer at the same rate, in an age of madness, to expect to be untouched by madness, is a form of madness, but the pursuit of sanity, is a form of madness, too! [Scratches] Kleptomaniacs I'm the wrong writer Kleptomaniacs B-boy maniac Kleptomaniacs B-boy Kleptomaniacs [?] A B-boy maniac [Verse 1] Lookin' down at you, laughin' at your funeral service If I said anything less then it would be a disservice Have your mama in the black dress she can't even purchase I'm the son of a Bastard Son and I'm burning through churchеs No faith, fuck you, pay me like I'm back to basics Cadillacs, Nordica sweats, Gucci links and Asics Boy, I'm too famous, ask a C-74 Supеrcoven Click, 200 push-ups before the morning call Feel my pain, homie, it's called intuition I'm like 9/11 on mic, it's controlled demolition Sippin' Guinness with the heroin pills, medicine binges Switchin' up like Ozzy when he went from denim to fringes [Scratches] [Verse 2] I sell rock to cats and lawyers, judges and Masons Rock stars, 1981 steez like Ric Ocasek Taste the bakery, stuffin' dough in the crack packs Laser weapons, infrared, flippin' up Hatchbacks Money launderer over the border was barely assed out The mothership, exhume the projects with just a single zap 2012, the king of collapsed bear facts Total Anarchy, it's the truth, you get yo' pairs clap Impaled Nazarene spittin' darts, the Rabbis clean The magazines in MAC-11, dirty needles with the Soylent Green Synagogue black leads, get beats like Sun Pharaoh Canarsie to Malibu in the beige camos [Scratches] [Verse 3] Became the Drug Music for thugs, execution to some My grandma raised Henry Hill, how the fuck could I go wrong? I've been doin' shit so long for mad years Skinheads buried at the cemeteries, dead careers I break bread with cannibals, crooks and rapists Project vagrants, I bring the plague, homie, it's devastation Rollin' Dutches, embalmin' fluid is dingy Canarsie kid, you know me from Farragut, son, he runs the delis Heavy Metal legend, Israeli with six UZI's Teachin' the youth how to roll blunts and fuck groupies Never snitch, take Jimmy's advice and die rich Big lines for the dick, sick shovels and never trust a fuckin' bitch [Scratches]