[I: Detroit Leprechaun:] Tick, tock, dark thirty, the clock summons the block Smoke funneled, now comes around in the name of honor Yes, your honor, scaled to clams open with pearls The father's nature unfurled, bacon on the mast Choppers blast scams on speed dial, a b-lined trance Hurry with the chairs, take no chance, do not allow the enemy to advance Keep the lights dim until the d**h of us A vice to come to grips against a wretched bust Tag'em and bag'em, rush home, where peace's condoned The bell rings at 7, 19 go bye, then freedom in 11 The ears have been at it since putting toys up in the attic Obsessed with how many lashes would be batted if something drastic… Vests are pa**ed out, the heartthrobs employed A pledged ascent halts envoys, sympathetic to the madness A bull entered a china shop touting a need for help A finger and a thumb holding hostages to melt [II: pajuxy:] Keep the vests and you know Shawn brought a gun this time So that's an AK-47, a revolver, and a nine An HK-416 and a Cobra Assault Cannon Incarnations of Leviathan swimming with salmon Kids with guns, knowledged in their guerrilla tactics They shoot when they need to, but don't consider it practice The kid and his culprits motivated by abuse and they were never nervous Hostages thinking of their lives and what they did to deserve this Troops and coppers around the area questioning murder or justice Mom & Dad watching it all on TV talking about "My eyes can't trust this" Clock strike 16 after 5, forget an after-school program Soon it goes and yells on both sides of the gymnasium of slow jams Sneak into the back hallway, hostages taken to the library Pre-made furniture barricade so the targets ain't primary Continuous shootout, 30 minutes pa** by 11 soldiers in a pool of blood cause they couldn't duck Same number hostages outside getting pushed into a truck They pondering how could they all have survived? He felt alive, that's when the police chase sprung into action Crash, burns, sharp turns and shooting at tires Got away, worried about when the FD gonna put out the fires 23 minutes pa** by, the sun is hovering over the horizon, enlightened They hit the highway and made it to where the hoodlums hibernate Led out the hostages, guns got them walking, it was kinda late They entered into Noah's residence Him and Shawn been planning this for a year The boys chained to the chairs, and tied up women in tears Noah was 26, and Shawn, a humble 17 Wanted to end their crying but their efforts were Visine Turned on the television, the hostage truck reported "Exploded in a deserted location" Random act of violence, cry for help, or a revolutionary vocation Noah was very fitting, he housed animals, 6:11 ratio s**ed the kids out the system, like a terrorism fel**tio Closing time, before he slept he wondered if his third eye was blind Everyone woke up in the morning with a double-sided state of mind [III: D'shon:] 3:57, the bullet punches in his time at work He's early to the cubicle of which he does full effort He know all parameters and risks working the business When he is called upon by his boss to complete a mission The structure of the world can fall apart at his say-so To k**ed or be k**ed one of the reasons he was made for At the end of his life span he sheds his case Leaving behind the evidence of his objective It's not that he wants to k** or cause injury But the different bosses he works for decide his actions His goals always manipulated by other's whims