Black Dahlia

Elizabeth Short Was bisected Cut into two What you're about to witness Are the share holders of these separate parts Deadly as sin There's nothing sweet as the apple Don't fall asleep on your dreams Don't sell your soul for your masters Don't let that whip be your master slave master God don't matter Nightmares come to an end And every book got chapters Deadly as sin There's nothing sweet as the apple Don't fall asleep on your dreams Don't sell your soul for your masters Don't let that whip be your master slave master God don't matter Nightmares come to an end And every book got chapters Feeling like my life was left to offset Had no soul from the start So I couldn't have lost it It feels like a void every time that I spit That's why I get lost in my bars that I smith Yeah my tongues no less than a weapon I had no sights that were tied to heaven Birthed from hell Yet I'm cold as kelvin I had no bread to give out to bredren I had to blow up That was a must With that verbal round My tongues a gun I had that sharp murderous point piercing from my mouth And you know I ain't talking tusk Bewildered by the foes in my eyes There shoes will never fit to my size I'm too big to fit there is no dice Want bars like mine but can't match up to my price I got that hunch All I do talk down Y'all impressed by the clone of NaS sounds Get knocked out on the first of Glock rounds You'll be rolling in stones if you bring that rock out I ain't fucking around proceed with caution You don't want that smoke I'll have you coughing To the ashes of your ass Now that's the process Leave you in box just to earn your coffin Deadly as sin There's nothing sweet as the apple Don't fall asleep on your dreams Don't sell your soul for your masters Don't let that whip be your master slave master God don't matter Nightmares come to an end And every book got chapters Deadly as sin There's nothing sweet as the apple Don't fall asleep on your dreams Don't sell your soul for your masters Don't let that whip be your master slave master God don't matter Nightmares come to an end And every book got chapters Fuck my brain is stuck on kill Bill pull up playing tip drill Dick feel like 360 deals I'm touching everything you cherish dear Kick in door like daddy's home All I'm stuck with is Shady's clones Should've left me lone 96 Deathrow Don't try me with none of those tired flows Who don't fit in a body bag? Marlboro man where the smoke is at Woke up feeling like young mick jagg Picture me rolling hurst all black Ab-Soul bring that Mindfuck back Point break Richard Nixon mask Ballsack huggers more concern with matching Jays with Berkin bags This shit is a circus act Bearded ladies front to back Fuck your IG live my G Where the fuck your album at? This my don trip mojo jojo bag Elizabeth called for the torture rack Look at this pomp and circumstance So don't get to acting macho man Deadly as sin There's nothing sweet as the apple Don't fall asleep on your dreams Don't sell your soul for your masters Don't let that whip be your master slave master God don't matter Nightmares come to an end And every book got chapters Deadly as sin There's nothing sweet as the apple Don't fall asleep on your dreams Don't sell your soul for your masters Don't let that whip be your master slave master God don't matter Nightmares come to an end And every book got chapters Hey Retro I can't be the only one here fucking tired of these rappers Claiming they're the greatest and yet They sound like shit When they spit their shit And yet we're underground over here working our asses off Still bisecting these fuckers And we still really ain't even trying Alright that's classy That's a classy move I'm kidding bitch April fools You fucking suck