The Essence of Putrescence

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Coroner's inquest, who wanna set it, I'm the emissary The hood's like a cemetery cold with better levys I'm never far from the truth, homie, I grind steady I got that heroin shit they put in Little Debbie's I'm runnin' snowblind, Ozzy fringes and two for fives Mysterious images, vision a wolven eye Cops, they want Oxys and Speed, they don't bother with weed I'm obnoxious, I sleep with my guns like Tel Aviv My laboratory's working, I never cop from Saudis I don't sell X, I just cash checks and drive Audis This ain't rap, this is trap in corpsepaint Thirty thousand dollar chains in safes Wanted in twenty states, I still bake King of drug music, I'm killin' you off, it's therapeutic I spit the mucus out like Captain Stubing I hex you like a Haitian curse, you'll be washed from the Earth You're programmed, I'm afterbirth, I was born with a curse [Big L scratches] My moms know who I am 'cause she know who she was fuckin' with I'm rollin' with Satan, not Jesus Christ And I kill chumps for the cheapest price I'm rollin' with Satan, not Jesus Christ [Verse 2] Commune meets in the desert, bioengineers Drug covers sellin' Garcia acid that's crystal clear I spit that '89 goat rap, my brain's cancer Rocking trenchcoats and hightop fades like Kane's dancers Alien space sadness just a common ailment, I served 'em perfect drugs FEMA camps can't even fuckin' stamp it Vigilante planet, we quarantine campus Mortician's assistant, read the pamphlet, blood on the stinkin' canvas Cut out your throat like black panthers, no answers Meet the back of my Caddy, you get shredded to bloody pampers This is armageddon, every project's anthem Leo passed me the crown Now I live in this mansion and driving this station wagon I'm the last in line you're on a shrine with tied hands I been working out, with only bails and tyin' grams I get that work from Thailand, to go back to DeVry You ain't built for this life, homie, we buyin' land [Big L scratches] [Verse 3] Give me a vehicle and two pints of Actavis I crave Coffin Syrup immaculate, sniffin' canisters Comin' at you straight sideways like outpatients I'm at the DeKalb Station all black rugged like hail Satan I've been a mental kid, spray shots at your dental bridge The perks of being Gore, headshots and haemorrhages Mendocino County to Flatbush, you know what it is No trade embargos, got 80 stacks when I rock cargos I screw bitches from gangster spots and car shows I burn your spirit in a New York minute, a New York cynic Survivin' it with two worlds in it, so caught between 'em I get bread like Desmond Child, the predicate smile Remember the Green River, my works live Rugers are too easy, shred you with cheese graters The king of snuff rap, project elevators, no D's take us