Whether u like it or not, you need to stop wit the front-__ We stay fuckin hot, Nuke, Karn and Vokals present you Novembers drop of the month-___

Don't-even-scatter, your rhymes, you won't-even-have-a/Scratch of attention, listen, like Hollow Shit the other Drops don't-even-Matter

Vokals
Penetrate carcasses of rancid hatred bred in seedlings of transported hells-
Ready for a personal war with a draft sorted in shells-
Whenever datin destiny I was stood up and courted myself-
Did the blades of the sickels slice my pipes instead of the wheat in the fields-
Lungs, liver and brain eaten with veil, and drownin in loathing is the only deepness I feel-
Strokin fingers across the blood of ancients mixed with newer casualties-
I wasnt produced right and now I'm badly beat-
Ridin mounted upon the horse with blades adjacent to my saddle seat-
Tranquil serenity in the after sounds of gagged laughter at faces of my victims-
Conquering the universal virginity with blazed hymen when flames ripped them-
Sendin ears to my Van Gohz for all the years they listened-
Crown the christians, tear down the missions, swallow the dirt you pound ya fists in-
The pasts your crimes, the futures ya esacpe and nows your prison-
Cultivatin firecrackers to duct tape together and shove down multi-color snakes throats-
Loves drug is fake smiles and hearts how can I escape dope?-
Hand me the poison tablets because I would love to take those-
Transformed demons exhibiting the truth while hiding behind breasts and fake clothes-
I've created enemies and made foes, I'm an escaped (scape) goat and I hate those-
So I swing to land chained blows as I run in place vainly tryin to chase hope-
How could the fertile bearings of her womb swallow me whole and digest my skeletol armor-
Take aim and I've gone to hell with the archer-
Arrows couldn't pierce the queen so I attempted to develop them sharper-
Neurotic enchantments and acid tears kept me in graveyards walking among tombstones-
I've walked trails of kindness and traveled rude roads-
Love is jus another word for the weakness a fool shows-


Hook:
Scream from the jacket, chew on the padded and stained walls
Disolve the meds in hand, kickin the nurse in her jaw-
Releases us from torture, because hell helps our brains thaw-



Nuke
Don’t want to be in the position I’m in, Where you sleep is the same as one you piss-in
My mind would decay but I’m only living coz of the drive-to-exit the mental prison
The daily harassment Got so fukking bad, we had to hold on to life and strive-to-exist
Is this due to the fact im an African nukka… No! Then why the fuck to you persist
In making our lives-so-insufficient in every damn Method any one done before
Locked-in-cages… Nukkas always being blamed by Gov; you seeking revenge??
Havent fukked-in-ages… That annoys me, I promise, set me free and I will avenge
Imma blow as my Nines-are-efficient in matching death-and those nukkas I abhor
You aint even remotely hard, acting tough around friends For the damn hell-of-it
I dare any one of these guards to start shit…They cant; They Just like the smell-of-it
And we nukkas resort-to-violence in order to Free ourselves from the asylum
Time is now as we abort-the-silence and be ready for War time… fuck-the-smiling


Hook:
Scream from the jacket, chew on the padded and stained walls
Disolve the meds in hand, kickin the nurse in her jaw-
Releases us from torture, because hell helps our brains thaw-


Karnage
Bold Italics- Mean Ja Rule talking in the same voice as in his chorus for "Clap Back"
(Sounds of pencil scratching go on in the chorus)
Dear Journal,
I'm losing-my-patience-with, people, choosing-what-state-I'm-in, they brusing-and-defacing-shit/
Taking-this, beaten in these padded walls like a Vagina trapped in an Abusive-Relationship.
Not-a-satanist, and they ain't able-to-say, my brain's in D(the)-Fense so it's not Stable-and-straight/
I'm a fable-to~day, I'm not insane-or-deranged I've just Contracted Tumors while they have me Lableed-as-Crazed.
(Pencil Scratching)
My arrest-was-foolish, sent here to connect-with-who-is, me and Be-cumming(coming) WHole like an erection-brewing/
I "cry red" as I tried fledding-through-this, window and getting "SHOCKED-BACK" while the "Blood In My Eye" got "ELECTRICUTED".
Nuke's-the-next-to-do-it, but like looking through the World Trade Center, my feeble-"vision-is-plane"(plain)/
Doctors weasle-their-way and have me rhyming this with an on point flow when the needle's-hitting-my-vein.
The people-sit-and-they-say, I won't get-through-the-wreckage of my own psyche, how I have a HARD LIFE like I LIVE-THROUGH-ERECTIONS/
It's-official,-I'm-dead-in, my mind, these sessions is where I get-the-confessing, but it can't be real like this song's INITIAL'S-REFLECTION!
(*Talks lowly* I.A backwards is A.I...not real)
(Pencil scratching)
Any~level of sane is being-held-tight to me but to~these~devils calling me insane is speaking-real-nice/
NukLeUs, Vokals, Karnage the~rebels trying to be leaving-hell-tonight, but maybe we are crazy, look, the words in our names aren't even-spelled-right.
I'M NOT FUCKING CRAZY! I'mma keep-steaming till I release-demons, (*Glass shattering sound*) I NEED-FREEDOM!/
These voices keep-speaking, they Fucking wit me, I'm starting to bleed-semen, they're just JERKS in my HEAD but I can't BEAT~em.
(Pencil Scratching Hard)
Journal, why is Keith-meeting, his maker cause I can feel fate making a haunting-date-and-it's-forming, so I'm storming-straight-to-the-coffin/
This boring-place-is-a-warning, for me to pick certain friends, hey I got Shovel making class with Norman-Bates-in-the-morning.
Calling-hate-a-portion, of my life is an understatement I get~in~trouble when I snap-and-make-ashes/
Out of bodies, am I crazy cause I rap-and-take-acid, you know what's crazy, me writing this entry with~a~mussle latched-in-a-STRAIGHT-JACKET!.


Hook:
Scream from the jacket, chew on the padded and stained walls
Disolve the meds in hand, kickin the nurse in her jaw-
Releases us from torture, because hell helps our brains thaw-


JUST FUCKIN SICK…..WOOOOO