El-P - Run The Mask Ft. Sin7ven lyrics

(Chorus) Run the mask, gun in tact i'mma f**ing snap Bustin and cussin and sting like ah muzen cab Hard pressed when i bar flex and I'm up in tracks The car wrecked, ‘cause i'm farfetched, as a cup of hash (Verse 1 : Disjointed) All you hella flockers finna jump from helicopters Meta mocker, slamming your head a knocked into a metal lockers f** kettle poppers, salty as my well I conjured Heaven talkers, backed into a corner need some better posture Rappers sound like eddie murphy getting burpy Petting furbies, y'all petty turkeys is already girlie I swear to god it a medical condition Head is full of writtens that I said in hella full conviction ya Never kickin it clean, my house is a sickening scene Frickin obscene, when I cross your wife's mind she flicking the bean And I ain't talking mexican food, you ignorant dweeb I'm a prick and a fiend, and excellent brute, stricken as me Pish pash you dishrags kiss a** like all day Gaining a buzz at a sloth's pace, get whiplash in a crawl space What I pack is astounding, got the ma**ivist bounty I'm rafi with a 9 screaming gattaca loudly, f** (Chorus) Run the mask, gun in tact i'mma f**ing snap Bustin and cussin and sting like ah muzen cab Hard pressed when i bar flex and I'm up in tracks The car wrecked, ‘cause i'm farfetched, as a cup of hash (Verse 2 : Sin7ven) Waiting for your posse, backs lit by the crimson sun I'd mad dog your leader, if you had a convincing one Black hearted creature Sin who wagging his cinder tongue At half hearted dreamers, since you banging a finger gun I suggest you curse the heavens for your twisted fate f**ing with a crew that's breathing pestilence and spitting plague He's trying to pick from all the expletives within his brain Eviscerate your vision, mission: exodus from prison chains Y'all sounding bubblegum and saccharine I'm running rampant in a cypher cutting tongues and cackling Boomslang coming with that gutter funk and rappers things Color, fun and dragon wings, sulfur lung, attacking kings Cut above Fleet Street a ghost that cracks mirrors I stand before a red moon holding black scissors Weave evil plans: d**h, doom, Goldman Sachs, Twitter Like that weasel man Ted Cruz, zodiac k**er