Nine-Tailed Fox

The blade is out, I'll shank you with my second tongue Few did what I can do and the night is young Screw your accolades, even though I do thank you The strife is on, set up by those pythons, they're done for cause I won't get stung I trick the traps like I make them – nice Smell the craps as they shake them – dice Till I collapse, I will leave them gasping I'm Vercetty when I wake them – Vice City They slept on mе cause they're sour Failеd to feel my lyrical power It's hysterical, a tad satirical Grounded, I recall but I'm fly – Tails Prower Don't try and bargain, you won't gain a bar I dodged the pen: it wasn't by far Don't be a burden, in my den, hear the burr Fear to lose more than fur if we were to spar I don't wanna hurt yous, but will if it's needed I can't feed, that is why my greed has exceeded all your blurred views Poverty nearly made me a prisoner but no beggar, clearly They stick for help like for a Rizla, staring at me, but I'm no Weasley I wander and do my biz freely, my song is strong as a grizzly's I know it's wrong, I don't belong among the pond lilies I just marked my territory Avoiding the silly tories Landing here like "Tora! Tora!" Boi, I lived your scary stories Since it's stained with many sins, my soul I have to rinse Yet evince my savagery cause you are no Little Prince Don't think you can freaking domesticate us It's been hectic, the state owes us a higher status but I'm skeptical So yeah, I nick stuff – not proud of it Felt the handcuffs – that side of it But I've been quick and I've been slick And I've been rough then out of it I'm too tough – too much thinking Had enough – no more drinking Stopped licking tings but not licking chicks Cause I got hurt: no more linking No more linking I wear the mask but don't panic I'll go slower Alike the wolves, I'm dire Under the wool is a liar That's no grime nor choir Nah! Cause my rhymes are FIRE! I burned the bushes and busted some pots Yet couldn't find one ruby I learned ambush from those bastards I fought One against nine: I'm Kyubi The police infect us, all busting the potheads Cross the line – Like harlots, try to feel our bellends Acting like in Texas, those Char-lots are dickheads Gruesome plot for our lot, nothing has changed since Charles Dickens I'll go slower, I wear the mask but don't panic I wanna be Noah but the task is titanic I lost them in the flow and the rascals all static Blatantly blamed it on me when the ark blew and I made some fanatics I was proper naive like Tod – never trust the coppers They slander and deceive, send frauds, snitches and eavesdroppers I cannot ever more stand those bystanders Bland to the bloody core even by your standards I learned sadness from them cause slyness Had me flying when no rules applied While faith / blindness left me grounded And in the best case just gliding I'm bold and know my goal I drool but I'm fed up With the bald fowls So fool, here's a heads-up I will flatter your foul black soul till you shed a Tear and score! I'll roll out with your whole cheddar Got bare Glocks, we don't play Around these blocks, just don't stay I've seen blokes get flayed and slayed Pay what you owe for f*ck's sake Now you know what the fox said