Locksmith - Norman Bates lyrics

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Locksmith - Norman Bates lyrics

[Intro] This black mark, this manifestation of exaggerated delinquency has exceeded the boundaries of rational behavior within and without the legal structure that is the very basis of our freedom and way of life You make respectability sound disrespectful [Verse 1: Taboo] The illest thing you ever saw Competitors bringing pure terror Thought you could front forever more; that was your error You'll get ritzed on, I'm a kid from that raw era So you know I can hold the weight like one of Big Pun's pall-bearers Been running your jaw, forever glad your mouth's working I am now certain you all a bunch of foul serpents Screaming "f** everybody" when I'm out bursting Run up in a lobby with a shotty, catch a body like you're crowd surfing The walls scream cause on screen was scary Reminiscent of Swamp Thing, even a God-King would fear me I'm quite >bold?<, I might just start stomping you fairies And turn your local night club into the prom scene from Carrie Fairly vicious, you little b**hes are in trouble I spit a missile when I rumble, reduce your city into rubble It's official, you get crippled in a scuffle Here to dig your grave with a pick, sickle and a shovel [Verse 2: Locksmith] Look, Masonic symbols, temples, cathedrals, and tarot cards Washington monuments, monotheist screaming Pharaoh Gods Clarence 13X with a thirteen hex Can the 85 bare the job? Drew Ali to the Bourgeoisie But it's true, y'all see he was there for >run/ron?< More signs, more defiance Mortals find it slightly odd n***as in the middle of a meltdown when my wrath fell down like a lightning rod Fighting off with a striking rod like a viking raw when I'm writing bars And I might evolve with a slightly thought Still in the midst of a 19, y'all Trapped inside this hell I made, I used to watch this game in awe Now I look at these rappers like the pussies that they truly are Sort of like when I met my favorite artist with credentials Then I realized he was terrified of my potential, b**h Ravenous dogs, I engrave my name across your mothers vaginal walls Then I chisel my initials on some tablets in Prague And make your b**h go down on me after I jog [Verse 3: Diabolic] I'm a.. Freedom activist smacking a peaceful Pacifist So fast in his mouth that my fist got teeth attached to it Hoes scheme to keep my penis pre-ejaculate Seed in a secret pa**age and squeezing a fetus out of it But I conceive immaculate raps for the inhabitants That believe in blasphemous acts, not being pa**ionate Back when people packed in this arena's meeting Maximus Strategically attacking Caesar, I'm reenacting it Chief and cannabis sativa, leaving Nazareth With Jesus fleeing Egypt to squeeze on Cleopatra's tits Read the man*script, I wrote a lethal hazardous Mix of ether with some reefer on a sheet of acid hits And rap as if an alien breed, a beast, and savages Took my brain and reattached it with cerebral data chips Now the people count on me like a beaded abacus To crush you into dust, but who the f** is keeping track of it? [Verse 4: Nino Bless] You can't tell that I'm sober I write like I tripped off DMT and fell over Land in a Richter scale hit 12, get out my cell Now I feel closure so tell 'Hova I'm soon to be taking Hell over Let's go, it's that holy next bring Cobras They'll be locked and loaded, ready gun ho for that Oprah fetti Giving hope to all these folks that's hopeless Digging low for pennies through they sofas Knowing like Greg Oden's legs they never gonna hold up steady Note this: I ain't very focused all for broke the flow is deadly Like a heavy dosage of meth injected with dope and ectasy I hold the semi toe for foes to tempt me Pull out as fast as Mario Andretti in a Lola Chevy smoking And you haters just ain't like me I grind harder than slaves that make Nikes The thought of my own grave excites me A film about me could only star Bruce Lee and be made by Spike Lee [Verse 5: Apathy] I will sent for your soul like y'all would get sent to the store To buy your mother some rubbers cause she's a motherf**ing who*e On the floor, puking whiskey, rocking Juicy Couture The God of War, who f**ed up Thor in Viking folklore You never held a .44, your height is like 4'4" You're shorter than the f**ers on the forest floor of Endor The Minotaur, Megatron was my mentor Created from the DNA of dictators, I'm sick as Serpentor I'm on the pen house floor, with Penthouse who*es Shoot coke in they bad mouths, I'm stuffing in they backdoors I'm Maximum Overdrive, Mac trucks, you're a Rav 4 You got signed and dropped, what's your label called? Trapdoor? All the love is so fake, but all the hate is so real I get more brain than Kraang raping April O'Neil I'm on my way to your baby mother's, she waiting in heels To f** her in the a**, make her squeal, make me a meal [Verse 6: Coal] You want beef with the goons? But how soon before the cops are called ? When foes are disposed with bullet holes the size of matzah Balls Watch the walls turn from white to a reddish hue That spewed from a bloody crevice that hemorrhaged out of this headless dude I shredded crews when I abuse with martian edicate Starving for your carbon better sharpen your jargons rhetoric Confederate villainous a murderous will filling my syllabus Gorillas dick ground an pound a b**h like Pat Miletich Illest click alive to survive d**h of the culture Slit the throat of the king clip the wings of these vultures Roast who ever you bring , when I swing it leaves your family shook Now look what I did, the sh** slay more kids than Sandy Hook You're candy crooks an by your looks you ain't got a fortune I'm forcing your s*ut to spread her bu*t now she's f**ing Awesome Contort your spine after a minutes time of talking Fitted coffins for your clan My fam will finish lines like Boston [Scratch Outro]

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