Shadows of candles

Cut ya cut ya heart out I'll flay ya skin and wear it I'll flay ya skin and wear it I wanna slice your chest put my hand inside Cut ya cut ya heart out Cut ya cut ya heart out I'll flay ya skin and wear it I'll flay ya skin and wear it I wanna slice your chest put my hand inside Cut ya cut ya heart out Dirty samples broken beats Shadows of candle distort my physique How will I really know when the cycles complete I see many of them try but can't take the heat Life changing and hard to project The idea of something you'd die to protect Bring it to the front from the back Speak back you runnin the risk to get smacked Insomniac really never knew how to act A radical keepin a hand glued to the gat Right from the gate bless the mic like a saint Born to be great either you is or you ain't Mayan child with a cosmic anthology Prototype probably wild tribal protege Champagne pop burn down the rooftop Whichever president we got he lies a lot I talk to the creator when I smoke my pot When the shit gets hot will it spare me or not I'm in a different place you don't wanna follow Easy to find the truth but truly hard to swallow Where life floats at the bottom of a bottle A bottle and the tips are hollow Geez you better heed the premise Or fall victim to society's menace Cut ya cut ya heart out I'll flay ya skin and wear it I'll flay ya skin and wear it I wanna slice your chest put my hand inside Cut ya cut ya heart out Welcome to my butcher shop Every single instrument extra sharp What the f*ck dem talkin bout You know them stains ain't washin out Still gonna cut him throat Use a hand drill on dem fuckin bones Use a hand drill on dem bones Come directly at him and him still on him phone One minute him slick the next peeled in him dome They think shits sweet but it's real in the zone They think shits sweet but it's real in the zone Walk around with the enemy skin like it's me own You not want make me cut your heart out Once I insert the blade you let the fart out Fool you can see where the f*ck you are now Got the DT's pullin business cards out Look at dem teeth you think you got the shark mouth But I'll filet up any beast when its dark out F*ck ya f*ck ya parents They made ya weak ass wear a helmet And now ya mentally impaired from it Always scared like a bitch I blast the chest of the baphomet I have a drink that I share with my click It's called the blood of the weak mother fuckers Cut ya cut ya heart out I'll flay ya skin and wear it I'll flay ya skin and wear it I wanna slice your chest put my hand inside Cut cut ya heart out Cut ya cut ya heart out I'll flay ya skin and wear it I'll flay ya skin and wear it I wanna slice your chest put my hand inside Cut ya cut ya heart out Cut ya cut ya heart out