Dark Side

Bitch I've got a dark side It comes out when I rhyme I rip apart lines Never burnt out till I die I've got a dark side It comes out when I rhyme I rip apart lines Never burnt out till I die Take me as soft, thinking you peeps know me Trust me, I'm really a wolf in sheep's clothing Eat foes after I choke 'em like a constrictor Then I'm gone in flash and I'm hoping they get the picture His prescription must be low, get his Prozac filled How bout I slap your bitch ass, how does the blowback feel? I spit hot molten lava, bitch you know that's real You don't solidify your name then your toe tag will that's why I grind! Call me a pussy but you are what you eat I ate your wife's last night, she probably caught a disease Because my tongue's foul, I got cock like Kung Pao If there's ink in the pen I'm writing songs till it runs out You're strung out, my style's addicting, huh? It's so dope that it's shutting down your kidneys, huh? Tell the rap game I'm back, that bitch missed me, huh? Roll a blunt, unscrew the 151 Bitch I've got a dark side It really shines when I spit F*ck working part time All hours I grind pen in grip I've got a dark side It really shines when I spit F*ck working part time All hours I grind pen in grip They tell me calm down take a deep breath You look tense, man, why you always seem stressed? I need that paper so I'm bout to let it meet pen These lines preposterous though, I should probably repent I think a psyche ward is where I should be kept I keep the corpses of rappers and deep freeze them Come eat these words out my pencil, you fuckers, eat lead I got an heir trigger on it, a deadly speed, spread Words throughout, you just spreading word of mouth Think I'm bout to serve you now because nothing really worth it flew out Take a look at how Kurt do now, buried deep down in dirt, I'm too foul You'd think my name was Jim (gym) bitch, 'cause I'm 'bout to burn you out I got it locked like Dahmer's basement I don't think my mind's right, the shit I've been contemplating Decapitate you rappers then I wash your brainstem Try to clean out the stupidity, then I'll chop your legs in two Damn, we ain't have to do 'em like that, did we? Yeah we did! K-Odd-ik Grind never stops Let's go