Multiple Paths Multiple Persons My Body Dead Version

Michael at water
Michael art slaughter
On your rap charter
Signatures my lips on your cheeks
Want to twist it, sexualize my movement
Makin' me your servant
But, selut your just a serpent
It excites me how you buzz but can't bee enough to live in purpose
I landcraft,
surf it,
You've got your cancer claws perfect
Butts I am Phillip AND Morris
And my more is lancer reject
This shield is my blood dripped in platinum
and this sword is Just my captive
Say Hell-O Just,
He would like to show you why you're back woods
In the crack hoods
while I match coulds
Compassionate when wrapping, nummify before the casket
Scarabs crawling on you but it with me you're still an actress
Take you out into the traffic,
watch 'em pause it, watch 'em snap it
Get the picture come and catch it
See nothing and wonder what happened
Wonder why I am not slain in captions
I guess this ghost ship just needed a captain
I guess I'm not freed if my option was trappin'
It must be all me
if He didn't
Put if in my spliff then I smoke it all happen
Making cents don't mean action
My senses on stack snack you could count me male Alice
They don't want music by "suckahs"
Butyourbloodissoattractive
Choppers grindin' wanna make it happen
All I know is I'm departed and you're all partially my lick

My partial lick is just your scent is got me mackin'
Here, there, 'ain't no rats so all this cheese is for the sandwich,
did I forget the "s" at the end?

Lucifer slither in
Slitherin' through windows turn that single foot-long subway into a basket
and that basket full of grain raised in this North East black kid
Color blind on the hunt men,
Broke a dime just to nic' ten.
Get it?
I nicked ya,
Hunterish,
Lovin' all my victims.