Soulfistikated - Linzy Lo-Pan lyrics

Verse 1 Pheenix!.... Im risin up slow-roastin the scene Throwin molten metal with wings You a cuisine Make a dish out ya flesh... Man you s**in semen out pipes Now you a marine Sleepin wit fish Im unhingin his jaw He can maybe kick it But the bucket instead My b**h'll total ya fleet Kima keesha and pam Razor slitchya Bleedin 'n' rope.. We shinobiwonkinobi Lazerninjastar Spangle the pope Oughta make a revolt, stat! Wit robot agents Remote operated.. Nominated to shock Castin VOLTS! Hot as a dime with the clap When you fappin they invade ya mind Then you fuuuuuck And later ya dick stuck to ya lap Wit PUS! Lost religion That fiction made like a trap sh**! i'd rather have.. Fine christian b**hes come hang with us! Caint sport a cross No formal introduction The closest I ever came to a tie Is a crossbow Got raw flow for nose nostril Team target is in an agreement Wit demons at the crossroads Our soul was the cost owed Cold dealin Fah playin games I shot Lyin thoats, k** it! Ya lame con's old.. Beat the sh** outchyu wit gruesome licks He layin snorin displayin his wingspan like crucifix My brutalness held true'n yall seein' strange violence When slugs came from a salt rifle To melt YOU, n***a! Verse 2 Have you seen a tyrant and nemesis combined? A pontiac engine on every limb An a GT virus inside? (adlib ME!) I take breath Bangin bullets that be like that murder s**m That squirm To create a d**h! We stayin baf-salted out Swallow smiles Grill ate up When the gloc kapow Swat him down Peel his patata My crew.. Still love a hater Fill up a k ta Split up ya data We booin you Plus hittin you wit k**a tamata Seal up the fate of fake n***as when cannon burst Watch as everything you TOUCH go ta sh** Call it a mani-curse Are we.. Nailin it on the head? That once a year after I drop The day will mark ya d**h anniversary? They closin casket We spray acid We outta mace Ya momma had a mascara marathon down her face Now im cool with this skatescene b**hes that date these skaterkids taste me N' I ain't skated since the mid-eight-tee's k**in thirty packs Illin on dirty track Smash a nerdy b**h a** Cheek drillin I squirt skeet on her purdy rack We on tha burnin path Heard of that? So ain't no turnin back You a murder faded on a guerney flat Televisin the sh** on video cam See pheenix must eat Im sacrificin fifty fo'(four) rams No ham! WE.. goin co-nan Lines dope DAMN! its the china white! But WE.. call it the linzey LO-paaaan!