Reel Goons (Cold North Remix)

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Seen B] Cooling off that purple haze Mind's been berserk for days Look into my mind, what you find will leave you amazed There is no design you can find that deserves the praise That I got in mind so keep trying like the Latter-day Saints make you faint 'cause my church ain't from Jesus Christ Matter of fact my church is the worst you will see in life Choir full of criminals and I be the pastor Listen to subliminals and all you hear is laughter Telling you it's time to confess like an actor When they on Barbara Walters, I never falter Step up to the altar and I'll assault ya And then I'll call you exactly what you are Motherfucker, you's a town drunk, punk, get back to the bar And order up a triple of the rum and the motherfucking ripple You bums will get none begging for crumbs, I'm gonna kick you 'Cause your presence isn't worth shit just like a nickel Your nerves get a tickle from the words when they hit you You nerds will get served with the verbs When I split you with the curve of this sickle I'll put you in the dirt 'cause I pitch you [Verse 2: Swann] Lyrical massacre, just the beginning a fucking chapter Swinging my sickle, I'm driven to split your wig with the laughter I attack with no mind state, trying to build up the crime rate In hindsight I'm twisted, envisioning people lying dead You see, my penning like spreading disease on paper Every line is like a dark cloud seeping just like a vapor Let me open up the Book of Shadows, shadowing your freedom Make you stop breathing just to see me defeat you while in this heathen season Human genocide smashing the soul to violate Migrating through soundwaves, piledriving your eyes and face Warfare tactics, bitch-slapping these halfwits Wisecracks adjusted with heavy hammers that crack heads Talking out the side got you sleeping in a body bag Enough said, I'm sick of it, my vision only seeing red My machete dull so when I strike I make you feel the pain Can't never tame a demon that loves leaving the bloodstains [Verse 3: Ironic] Handle a half a key casually Bouncing back like a trampoline Flip a brick acrobatically, call that trapeze on triple beams Your team too weak to compete My ears are concrete, when I speak the street breathes I took that hard labor, turned it into long paper Burn a bridge while I walk on water like God's savior Lockdown mode like Broncos defense Nobody move til the next shipment of blanco's been set Bottom feeders scrape my plate and stay waiting on me Mad I'm the chef, the prep, and the maître d' Southpaw alpha dog rottie pit boxer Extort devils with heavy metal, mosh pit mobster Haters pray for my downfall but can't make that call I connect you to god with a telephone, cut from your ear to jaw Y'all come close, catch a right hook, get jook then shook I pop toast and whip whites like a breakfast cook [Verse 4: Suspect] I'm serving base, mix it up like the track right now In the pit moshing up, that's how we getting down Smash the tool off the speaker when you hear 'em pound It's Reel Wolf and Marmel, you know that fucking sound Suspect be savage, stay with the bat like Sabbath Spill the blood on the stage, I'm blacking out with madness 6' 3, smoke trees like I'm burning with Cheech Hop out the van, hotbox, y'all can't smoke like me Sus and Tom send the wolves when they looking to eat Cook a batch up on the stove then it's rinse and repeat Link the Goons, have 'em murder a beat so we can chip off some piece And serve them out to the streets, we go deep We assassinate any sucker try stepping Yo, my words be my weapons and I use them like a veteran Attack a wack rapper and master my craft faster Touch a flame to the blunt, get high and blast right past you, I'm a hustler