[DEACON THE VILLAIN]
We're back for another round, southernunderground
we ain't following that traditional cookie-cutter sound
those that act like punks, treat 'em like trunks and shut-em-down
riding sound waves without sails, orrs, or rudders now
[SOS]
Other clowns s** worse than funnel clouds
One verse and your lungs are drowned with much dirt and rubble now
I've come to Earth to hunt em down, spit linguistics, pick up b**hes
jizz on big tits and get your mistress to do my dishes
[KNO]
Cannibalistic, intangible mechanical misfit
scandolous dipsh** who's beats are too clean
So I'm back with some dirty tracks that were dubbed and played
Through an 8-Track and my grandma's hearing aid
[DEACON THE VILLAIN]
I'm afraid, though, we rap for food, we're still hungry
in cyphers eatin up every muh'f**ah amongst me
people try to ax stupid and stump D (HOT!)
so much proof in me that i'm drunk and stumbling
[KNO]
Mmmmmumblin some thuggin sh** is not a sin to me
but doesn't hip-hop need a little positivity?
It's all guns and slangin caine
We need some upliftment in the streets, somebody call David Blaine
[SOS]
f** positivity. I'll bang David Blaine's favorite dame
make her say my name and hog her hedge like a SEGA game
stay insane, take her chain to sell on ebay for change
and use the money for weed to ease her labor pains
[KNO]
I'm offended!
[DEACON THE VILLAIN]
Why? Cause she's pregnant and smoking weed?
[KNO]
No, cus he let her toke for free, that's not how its supposed to be
but f** it, you can find me at home lonely
Praying to my Eminem shrine holding a rosary
[SOS]
I can battle rappers for cash or sell trees
but I feel like Will High, cause I just wanna drop an LP
Respect when it drops, if not I'll make your girl put her breath on my co*k
by tellin her it tastes like peppermint schnapps
[DEACON THE VILLAIN]
And after doing the grown-up, sit with her in soap suds
roll up, some wack distribution and smoke BUDS
for f**in' with my paper, getting me hype as a coke rush
it's Cunninlynguists b**h, loving this since Cold Crush