SLICE Lyrics

Don't let this mother fucker hop right in his zone

He might pull out a nuke and blow the place to the bones

Don't let him stand up

No defender to a scrub reprimand him

Constant talk is a pleasure to the man

Getting hustled for a gram

Might meet the maker

From a different fucking land

Demolition anger

Fuelled type soldier

Sending in the missiles

Reading havoc til its over

Leaking blood and sinning bad go hand and hand

Mama shoulda kept you in the house and raised a man

Ring the alarms Im alerted

Go bezerk and chalk a Lino on the curb

Singing songs about disturbing shit

You hate yourself and got no worth what's the word

Pencil pushing for a dollar that's absurd

Smile for the camera say cheese you fuckers curd

Bitch im too lit Im the shit like turd

Lately had a feeling that the worlds about to end

Met this strange bitch she was into different trends

Saggy pants bumper sticker never asked the meaning

I was too busy reading to analyse the meaning

But nonetheless she had intentions if you will

must be raised by wolves cause she loved the fucking thrill

Big lesson stay away from Betty

She wore glasses of an engineer and spoke of armageddon

Blad lashing pool pockets full of lessons

8 Ball pockets and my nostrils start sweating