[Mr. Skurge] 

My weapons of elimination 

Dispersed first and of the earth 

To say goodbye 

The sound of war doves cry 

Bring a controled urine 

And tears for I 

Open the amount of drought 

Days run dry 

But my focus is like raining 

Rappers decapitating gods 

Move slow with the 

Eye on prize 

Not worried about the other 

Shotguns, fruits of my labor 

Soon to be sun-dried or deep-fried 

Whichever one hurts more 

I'm still to decide 

Homeboys and beats will be denied 

No eat to the days 

No room to get high 

(pump motherfucker) The sky's the limit 

I rethought my situation I'm not ready to die 

Like the late great even though 

I think about it half-baked sitting on my bedside 

Sometimes suicide 

I realized the mission ain't 

Over me, a covert commander 

Search for infinite 

Till the time they read miranda rights 

These days he roams free 

Waiting to get one in his sights 

Maybe one day 

My radio or gun play 

Until that day 

We stay beneath the surface 

Everyone stay beneath the surface 

Everyday every one day everyone say 



[Chorus x2] 

All snakes bite even though 

All poisons don't affect you 

I seen to many anxious rappers 

Grabbing mics like homosexuals 

Grab dicks I prick my finger 

Made the blood oh... 

We toasted Hip Hop a long time ago 

It ain't no secret 



The beacon was visible 

I came to the light thinking that being invisible 

Might do some things that make our parents proud 

Thought should have been broadcasted out loud 

Now I wear a shroud of anger plus I'm a little stranger 

Now that I'm used to being a pest 

I haven't lost my sene of direction 

Or found my place at last 

Spending time in my room 

Pouring out thoughts on pads 

Like a chemist with a flask 

Designing a drink 

To cure my own self-affliction 

Turn to grim affliction 

If you got some beef meet me at the benediction 

Until then keep slivering 

And I'll keep wishing 



[Chorus x1]