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

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 fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck up your day