VII. RAPSCALLIONS (feat. Walrus the Human & I/O the Processr) [Remastered]

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This little demon
Been plotting and been scheming
Looking for another reason
To act like another heathen
I've been feening
To make a little mayhem, hey man
Best get out my way because I'm up to no good
Cause a rambunction at your function
Throwing punches in bunches
Stealing lunches
People wonder what's my major malfunction
On a substance
That makes me want to punch something, whiskey mean
I'm rhyming clean but dirty as the bed sheets
Inside the house of Epstein
It is not a blessing
It's a curse to kill a verse the worst so do not test me
I am always Wrestling with Mania
Crazy in the cranium
Explosive as Uranium
Yellow Cake I' baking 'em
And banking on this nuclear war inside my head
To reach apocalypse
That's why I walk around half-dead
No concern for my own so why you think you'll stop me
As I move through the crowd with the swagger of Jon Moxley

We some Rapscallions
Those crazy savages
We go where the Havoc is
And know what madness is
So damn mischievous
Soaked in wickedness
Don't know what the issue is
That started all this viciousness
We the Rapscallions
They told you not to hang with
Way too dangerous
Hanging with these strangers
Better just get out the way
Because we don't play
You better pray we don't f*ck up your day

Any time of day
You can find me posted up in Minnesota
Everything is white and gray
I've been trying to break
Out this motherfucker
Spread across the whole planet like a plague taking over
Never fake as coke with baking soda
And I've cut all of my grass, ain't no snakes and cobras
Wait it over, time's now
Global like Yao
Locked and loaded, now I'm blowing
Got 'em going like 'Wow'
Give it my all, give it my passion
My heart is holding time with anything I can imagine
Ain't about the clout or getting women on the mattress
Yeah, it's a damn gift and it's a drive
This shit is mine
I can paint a picture with my mind
Something you can see without opening up an eye
Take you high
Show you places that you've never dreamed
With faces you've never seen
I'm chasing what's never been

We some Rapscallions
Those crazy savages
We go where the Havoc is
And know what madness is
So damn mischievous
Soaked in wickedness
Don't know what the issue is
That started all this viciousness
We the Rapscallions
They told you not to hang with
Way too dangerous
Hanging with these strangers
Better just get out the way
Because we don't play
You better pray we don't f*ck up your day

Now I've come out to slay
The one to run out the game
No wonder I'm here to stay
Could call me Johnathan Davis
Cross my palm with that payment
Alcohol on my grave, bitch
Lost it all or I gave shit all away on my name
It that practical magic
Yeah, death beetle be squacking
Ask the Preacher (for) compassion
It's not a feature I'm stacking
(Yeah) I'm active in the ring
(Yeah) these shells are going to sing
(Yeah) got hell of a fuckin' swing
(Yeah) that bell about to ding
Rapscallions dallying all your talentless
Saddening forth the havoc and tallying up the damages
Last the laugh, we get trapped like bears and salmon
Get back to the saloon and slam one
Like that, on the move, we trample the whack
Just ask 'em my stance on the track
So handsome, no sample
I am the master, no hand-full
I'm the basket (ah)
Asinine when I'm rhyming
I drive a knife through the tyrant
And take a slice of the pie
That's Rapscallion life!

We some Rapscallions
Those crazy savages
We go where the Havoc is
And know what madness is
So damn mischievous
Soaked in wickedness
Don't know what the issue is
That started all this viciousness
We the Rapscallions
They told you not to hang with
Way too dangerous
Hanging with these strangers
Better just get out the way
Because we don't play
You better pray we don't f*ck up your day

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