Write The Wrongs (feat. Mac Darkness)

I hate you, but I guess you knew that, didn't you? Walkin' around, poppin' them caps, you'll see them comin' at you I'm a sleepin' giant, you won't see me till it's time for your doom At your wedding, whether you're the bride or the fuckin' groom Let's resume, I'm a fuckin' maniac and There's that shady accent on Relapse, I've got that anthrax napkin So just sit back and relax and watch as I attack your character Motherfucker you're bitch, and that's apparent to her Come here and give it to her, come on now just show her who's boss Put her back in place, be the man, rather than suckin' it off Yup, I believe you've done that enough Split it up right through Fight, cause that is way overdue Grab her by the throat and fuckin' slash it in two Keep makin' the bitch eat shit every time she tries to throw it at you You ain't got no morals, second thoughts, or guilty conscious to view You could write the wrongs in a book, but you've gotta learn to follow through That's what we do You can write the wrongs Kill a bitch by slicing her neck and arms But don't be alarmed Imma only act if I'm harmed So the back of mom, yeah So motherfucker stop, cause you're fuckin' around When you go all night, cause you're fuckin' around Better watch out now, cause we're making our rounds I'm invincible now, let me show you how Cause we are writing the wrongs, coming from my state of mind I can tell that it's a problem, I've been prison confined It's a race, we're on a mission to find The real reason for livin, I'm 'bout to change mankind Yeah, and for the better or for the worse Life's a bitch, we snatched her fuckin' purse The"Black Pearl", we are the reason for the curse Until you hear us, you can't see what we can lay down on the verse In time the drums encrypted, spittin' cryptic hypoglyphics A verbal gymnast, a sadistic cannibalistic misfit Runnin' into church with bucks cocked, sendin' bloody onslaught Ted Bundy must be jealous of these eyes I caught from pop shops I'll show you who the Mack is in a jacket full of latches Cause I'm psyched on racket when I smack shit with knuckles that have brass tips This devilish revenant bringin' hellish shit with demonic penmanship I'm next to get blessed with desolate fester and pestilence So tell your kids, so what if I justify breaking your shit with a flick of my wrist Any tourniquets to resist or ego mortis, to this I'm sick I'm a contortionist with 12 butts and drinks up my sleeve No reprieve, indeed, until I receive back from your letter brief When you pray, God, please, I'll say Wicked, I was a hitchcock to Sherlock, Ted Lock was on my mind The blasphemy from the smack tents come louder than Columbine Rockin' helter-skelter conjecture, I'm locked you in my shack Take you out, fake you out, break your mouth, and when you beg for mercy, I will laugh Cause we are writing the wrongs, coming from my state of mind I can tell that it's a problem, I've been prison confined It's a race, we're on a mission to find The real reason for livin, I'm 'bout to change mankind Yeah, and for the better or for the worse Life's a bitch, we snatched her fuckin' purse The"Black Pearl", we are the reason for the curse Until you hear us, you can't see what we can lay down on the verse