Sharpshootaz - Sharpshooter Masters lyrics
[Sharpshootaz - Sharpshooter Masters lyrics]
Javelins hawk within striking distance
Alert to the sounds we hear
The rapid response verses in the air
I smell the tobacco, we know that you're here
So does the white tail buck
And the black bears
What the fuck gave you the right?
To come into the wilderness just
To pick a fight?
Whatever jurisdiction you from we rip mics
The B-line of blood trail in the dim light
Back to the kill site
Come here city boy, I hear you're real nice
Surrounded by dark so far
From the city lights
Stop browsing, sniff downwind cowards
You pissed yourself
You smell more foul than public housing
Hardcore, parkour, tear off your car doors
Fire-breathing gargoyles, eating hyenas
Charbroiled alien tongues long sharp but
Called predator claws
I rip through the Kevlar for your heart
'Till your lower body support lost
The large carnivore Spitboss Beowulf
Rip your torsos off
Float like the flying Albatross
Part Mothman part wasp
Ambush armour transport to the marsh
Javelin Fangz
Germaine's bombing raid campaign
My hands change when I drink Beowulf bane
You ain't seen nothing nearly as strange
Blurry as alien planes
Still in the frame but nearly out of range
Canines, Sons of Cain, impervious to pain
Numb off cocaine
Ripping railroad tracks off trains
Deranged batshit insane
Rhymes liquefy brains
Daydreaming of rain, smoke haze and stargaze
AKs spray photon rage
Sharpshooter sharp fangs
Heart pumpin' napalm through coarse veins
Speak to barmaids
Breath reeks of Grand Marnier
She says, "come on behave"
I remove my dark shades
Eyes buried behind wrinkles like Shar Peis
I got a scarface from back in my dog days
The posttraumatic microphone mechanic
Leave the habitat damaged when I
Rat-a tat that ratchet
You fucking with the Sharpshooter Masters
Alert to the sounds we hear
The rapid response verses in the air
I smell the tobacco, we know that you're here
So does the white tail buck
And the black bears
What the fuck gave you the right?
To come into the wilderness just
To pick a fight?
Whatever jurisdiction you from we rip mics
The B-line of blood trail in the dim light
Back to the kill site
Come here city boy, I hear you're real nice
Surrounded by dark so far
From the city lights
Stop browsing, sniff downwind cowards
You pissed yourself
You smell more foul than public housing
Hardcore, parkour, tear off your car doors
Fire-breathing gargoyles, eating hyenas
Charbroiled alien tongues long sharp but
Called predator claws
I rip through the Kevlar for your heart
'Till your lower body support lost
The large carnivore Spitboss Beowulf
Rip your torsos off
Float like the flying Albatross
Part Mothman part wasp
Ambush armour transport to the marsh
Javelin Fangz
Germaine's bombing raid campaign
My hands change when I drink Beowulf bane
You ain't seen nothing nearly as strange
Blurry as alien planes
Still in the frame but nearly out of range
Canines, Sons of Cain, impervious to pain
Numb off cocaine
Ripping railroad tracks off trains
Deranged batshit insane
Rhymes liquefy brains
Daydreaming of rain, smoke haze and stargaze
AKs spray photon rage
Sharpshooter sharp fangs
Heart pumpin' napalm through coarse veins
Speak to barmaids
Breath reeks of Grand Marnier
She says, "come on behave"
I remove my dark shades
Eyes buried behind wrinkles like Shar Peis
I got a scarface from back in my dog days
The posttraumatic microphone mechanic
Leave the habitat damaged when I
Rat-a tat that ratchet
You fucking with the Sharpshooter Masters