Wayfarer - Black Helicopters lyrics

[Verse 1: Asthmatic] The asthmatic is back at it with the dynamic mechanics My lyrics are frigid like a gigantic block of ice in the Atlantic Have you sinking like the Titanic I stay manic with the ballistic galvanic lyrics My brain is sick of seeing these lame dicks do to hip hop its tragic You fools are opposite of erratic Your program is systematic, I've had it This Hispanic is ready to drop kick these fools so come at it [Verse 2: Deji Vu] I'll run up in clubs, already drunk as a f**er Smelling like a skunks bu*t or a trucker Chucking up, but I still order another Eyo, pour some bud for a brother I'll run up in a known who*e and tell the s*ut that I love her I'm troubled, doubling down shots Ogling groundhogs, converting virgins to good s**ers Cum in their stomachs and turn lookers into woodchuckers When I'm done they'll be uggerz, like retired p**n stars Expired goods, I just shrug, find a recovered addict and mug Him for funds and spend the money on d**, do it for funs The buzz, just living to the fullest until I'm full of bullets For being full of it, sh**, might order my own hit [Verse 3: Will and The Mix] Take a break, turn off the tele and get in the helicopter Twisted, pissed off kid, I got a demented plot to Shoot any fake rapper down, can't tell me not to (He's f**ed in the head and evil, it's hell he's off to) Pop a pill, pop I k**, hip hop is ill, there's no stopping Will I might not got a mil but you still see me dropping Lil Wayne, what the f**'s come of rap? I run the track But a wack rapper, you see 'em coming back I cross the finish line every time and in the rhyme I can take down any fake rapper from New York to Palestine With one steel clip I shoot down every non-real spitter Just cause they're bigger I don't feel bitter, it's sealed ***** [Verse 4: imperfectmythos] Wesley Dodds sleep running from fear weak gunning With no fisticuffs; anarchy, robberies no handcuffs Keith and R.A Thorburn mix; watch the thorns turn sh** Verbal holocaust; immortal as the eternal fall apart Sandstone walking cryptic; damned home for talking simplistic Conceptions of rejection; rambling incessant [Verse 5: Wayfarer] Sitting in the dark, eyes focused on the canvas Pitch black room, tomblike, gloomy in the blackness Here I cater to the ma**es, inspired by the ashes As I sit back on the mattress spit my lines begin to practice Cause it's here there's no distractions, my mind is free to access It's this madness got my tryna knock the world off its axis I'm praying like a Baptist, I need to write a cla**ic f** the atlas, man I'm going supernova that or past it [Verse 6: The Etherealist] Shouts to Will and the Mix; I punch a b**h in the tits f** a bag of tricks: I pack a bag of bricks I'll bash your sh** and split in half your dick Slit your wrists in the bathroom sink and cap your kids Fan of drill-bits so I bore into your head Cause when lobotomised as f** you're more useful than dead You my little b**h now since I sliced your skull through And I can stick my co*k in your brain and mind-f** you Your spine cut through; I drink cerebral fluid I feast on foetuses: channel my evil through it Stem cells keep me lucid and I'm pleased they died for me The Etherealist: a f**ing demon prophecy I rock the beat just like I co*k the heat Pop your niece in the knees and stick my Glock in her teeth Then stick my co*k in her meat. Ether's a f**ing problem History of Violence turn your block to f**ing Gotham [Verse 7: In2ition] My new b**h is a doctor. I be f**ing her vagina with syringes This b**h's stitches be trippin' She's such a rich b**h, she own three transformable helicopters Last night, I was making her cum and then I stopped her Grabbed her cli*oris and twisted it off; she screamed Like a f**ing holocaust, then got pissed off Cause she wasn't impressed with the way that I slapped her breast Till it fell off like the growth that it was Man, that b**h was ugly. I despised the way that she loved me One day, I hope I find her dead in a trash can with her hubby This is the problem with this sleeping society, you see Every woman thinks she has variety, so they go around all high-and-mighty When your c*nt still smells of fishes, sweetie This is reality. Life is what I say it is, so don't question this, you see Cause nobody's ever f**ing safe from me