Slaine, Kevin Kent, Reks - The Fuckery Hotel lyrics

Death before dishonor
Still growin' like a farmer
So-called soldiers walk around in glass armor
I remain calm or run the point like Chalmers
I can feel the ghost of the
Victims I plan to bomb on

I plan to avoid the penitentiary
Pencil these poetic memoirs
Of a star trapped, thoughts tap, ADHD
All that bipolar make me fall back
What y'all lack I instill in pen skill
Lyrical contact

Yeah, dog, I got a bottle and a Prada model
These cats wanna fist fight but I'm homicidal
I can't keep my mind swayed
All the drama I know
And my cocaine is rockier than Colorado

I got a single-shot Ruger
Hopin' that I hit my mark
The life of a shooter
My brain is like a fuckin' dart

I been sippin' 40's in the park
Duckin' from the narcs

Bustin' from the heart, pussy
All the stars torn apart

Aimed at those who oppose
Where my life's headed on a futon
Eatin' croutons with light lettuce
On a cruise ship, stuntin' with my new chick
She keep both hands on my
Dick like a pool stick
She the coke holder and I ain't talkin' soda
'Bout to run a train on the game, baby
Bend it over

Be my Henny coaster, ass stupid fat
Couple shots of Henrock
No question what I do to that true to fact
Rugers blast steady on the block
Henny on the rock
Gimme-gimme plenty shit to talk

Them are not really ready
I should have been killed already
I would have been dead and
Buried in the very cemetery
In Roxbury with every Tom, Harry and Jerry
But, I ain't never worry for nothin'
Nobody is scary
I came up the hard way, I earned what I have
Caught the science of the violence and
I learned all the math
Carry gasoline tanks, I was burnin' my path
Held a razor blade close
I'm determined to slash
Fuck two porn bitches spittin'
Sperm in the bath
Punch 'em both, but they weren't into that
I'm fuckin' with ya

Taught to never testify, beef
We let them weapons fly
Feel the hunger when I rap
You niggas look like shepherd's pie
Paralyzed by coke lines and methadone
Shoot you in the chest
You should have never left your vest at home
I left your heart and a part
Of boy in the water
No love for these little heifers
We sendin' them all to slaughter

Ain't none offer to take care
Of your sons and daughters
Regardless of niggas' profit's you
Politickin' with prophets
I done fucked with porn bitches too
Sorry to reiterate
Penetrate dinner plate interstate ridin'
Rhetoric head it get all exes a slight
Ex-wife bitch and moanin'
Picturesque moment: Kali, Reks
And Slaine own it

The modern version of hate
I slaughter virgins escape
The sort of version of fate you
Can't record on a tape
I'm an animal in the jungle
Can't cordon a ape
I'm a lion defying a giant flying with capes
I am firing weight
Tight spiral when I'm wired and I'm
Burning houses up while the fireman wait
You exist in my nightmare
I can die in my sleep buyin' an eighth
You gotta love me I am the great

So get your white sheets, yellow tape
Pistol poppin' set you straight
Hit your head and hit your face then
Close your casket at your wake
Hustlin' proper, guzzlin' vodka
No one can stop us
We totin' choppers at helicopters
We fuckin' mobsters
Put steak sauce on your tit's
And have a barbecue
Bring your daughter, dude
I'm John Madden calling audibles
I'm Charles Manson in the game
How I slaughter crews
Typhooned raps, spit a verse
Make the water move