Rick Rozz (The Death of Mitch & Monster Freestyle)

Lyrics

Ambulance come, baggin' you up, you and your man sword fights Smashin' your guts and stabbin' you up Your life support, tortured and cut, war, I play TEC games Turn white slaves to urinals and fatties to catch fame The Brown Bunny chick pills in the arm Every ounce of blood I spill is like a symbol to God My visions is scarred, babysitters sniffin' the yard We deep in the cause, project bread, sicker than saws We harnessin' movin' with two TEC's Drugs, coughers are arson I'm Hunter Thompson, Night Stalker Manson in Carson My advantage is nice and twice of a marksman Nightvision lights in the brink of a stink on the carpet Your innards are pink bleedin', you all labia Call Kasabian, finish you pussies in Arabia I'm too 'bout it, my goons in mass hide you in couches Choppin' you up, head not found, body in pouches