Lambslaughter

Lyrics

[Hook: Slug] Kill 'em, fucking kill 'em Kill 'em already, kill 'em [Verse 1: Slug] Remember that One time in band camp when you stuck A mic in your ass, put on a dress, and did handstands? Your bitch patterns can't fathom the long-term damages Picture-perfect on a canvas made of bandages The savages decide, I'm trying to ignore But deep in the core, I feel the need to explore your Capacity, another war casualty with the Audacity to get mad at me for how it had to be The only tip to climb out of the cocoon pod: Hold ground, resume your conversations with God If you catch a minute, let Him know I'm still a cynic Still smiling like a distorted vagina when I'm thick in it Sick, calloused, kick the habits Rip all of the madness from the skits to the ballots With fists like mallets, I beat my chest, I eat Rap and spit Atmosphere to fuck with your weak breath [Verse 2: Prime] You lost Stumbling over each step, wondering if you'll meet death Attempting a speech, stressed over being caught up for cheap threats You just trespassed into this threshold of pain, thoughts And actions don't exist, only echoes remain. Let go The flame of life, this knife is a brush, your flesh is the canvas Your screams are music to me, your wife the next to get ravaged No one's exempt. Your one attempt to plead for your life has got you Questioning everything, even your reason to fight. Strike a match Write your raps, you might perhaps feel great 'Til after my raps when your face is replaced with a steel plate I see your fate, I see your hate, alleviate stress Making it easier to spit and deviate from my flesh, stretching Across the plane, now guard your brain, stains placed upon your name Appalled, insane from all the strain, your train of thought is caught in flames And all in vain 'cause, in the end, you're shook on the shelf, having An out-of-body experience, scared to look at yourself [Interlude: Sample from Platoon (1986)] "Well, that is one sorry-ass motherfucker" "What do you say there, Bob?" "A guy like that make it? Yes or no?" "Uh huh, uh huh" "I have to tell you, that's precisely what I saw" "I mean, sometimes I just look at a guy, and I know" "This fella's not gonna make it" "Just no fucking way" [Verse 3: Slug] Man, fuck This rap shit. I should go back to whoring Letting it loose, spreading my juice, catching my portions 'Cause this lifestyle is just as dumb as fucking Your wife wild for the excitement of a buck With a torch and a crossbow, I walk through the corridors Of hip hop's castle, observing the personal battles I climb through with a blind man's attitude, my life Is a mixtape and you're stuck in a fucking interlude (Ayyo, who) (The hell are you?) You resemble bait for the type of hatred That escaped from the center of Hell's lake, chained To two pillars, one attached to each arm Ignore the voices 'til it's on and advice is "keep calm" This pain dates back past the hate cats hold towards Rap, rock'n'roll, soul, and government control For as much as God loves me because She loves ugly, I'm still Spitting it to see if that bitch will come and fuck me [Verse 4: Prime] Raise your eyes, private. I wanna see into your soul and decipher What in your life is keeping you from reaching goals. You got that Shook little look that crooks get when they're caught When they're taking credit for something that they know they should not. How many Roads you traveled? How many accolades have you gathered? How many Times have you been in the line of fire as if it mattered? But, still You got the nerve to speak, you worthless piece of dirt that reeks Havoc on this, pass it and partially murder me To put it simply, you haven't sacrificed to grab the mic You're a student, you just duplicate the patterns and the habits right Congratulations. Don't show your face if you don't know your place I've lost it all for this. You've got the balls to play the role you fake? You make me sick, you fraud. For that, I spit in your grill For every cat that had the heart although he didn't have skill Spill your blood on the linoleum and make you lick it back. If you losing Sleep over rap, I'll be happy to help you catch up [Hook: Slug] Kill 'em, fucking kill 'em Kill 'em already, kill 'em Kill 'em, fucking kill 'em Kill 'em already, kill 'em