No Picketing

I’m clippin' these pickets off
This shit is all outdated
I’m cult like children shows
And god-loving wall defacin'
I’ll scalp a judge’s wig off and braid it
Most of these new cults
Is Kids Incorporated
Fuck drawin' pagan stars
I brought the acrage
I’m off in space with
Black clothes as aprons
Sellin' sauce to baseheads
I got vaults of greatness
They busy throwing salt for Satan
I flow dirty like
Waterlogged coffin drainage
Sniff pills
Cough and drain drip
When I spit
It come out sounding like
Dolphin language
My brain like an orphan stranded
Space probe lost on land strips
I’m stuck in a fucking work scene
Effect anarchy
Fuck click bangin'
I’ll bang if anything on earth breathes
Only time I was red flaggin'
Was when my parents found the head of my neighbor’s cat
Under my bed
When I was 13
Ever since awareness I aim at anything the third sees
Elephant king
Golden skin like Xerxes
Watch the birdie
The magic birdie
And I’m no thug
I sell no drugs
I’m broke as fuck
But your whole face will get opened up
A beautiful red like a rose when it soak in sun
My window soaking sun
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
I’m slicing through nose stolen tongue
I’m a stolen smoking gun with bodies on me
Turn your whole block party project to an ocean front
At my crib open on the couch with a dead groupie
Her eyes open, I’m like «smoke this blunt»
Sparking bolts from snubs
When I open up fire on my peers, Virginia Tech senior year wouldn’t come close
enough
My punches fold him up
Diamond belt holder, national golden gloves
You get a set throw up