Scrilla Vic - Goin' Off The Deep End Lyrics

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A slug doesn't judge in which gat it sits

My mug doesn't budget when the solo hits

Here's livin' proof, I'm tearin' roofs out of motherfuckas mouths

Once unannounced, but here's the man who'll write your death certificate

Out

Longhand - sign my John Hancock

Then cock my hand back to smack the taste out your grill if you're talkin'

Smack

Cuz I get sick like a masochist - flip my lid, ad lib

Check your flow to show you're the shallowest

I'll punch your chronological cuz I don't waste time and so

I'll talk you out then bring you back so I can break you off some mo'

What's next? My index feels stressed to flex

Motives potentially destructive like a silo full of MX

The only government I listen to is Parliament

And when I got it goin' on they increase the defcon

(Damn!) The Pentagon should read the pentagram and

Sam's got another thing comin'

Like a hummin' or a toastin' cuz the loaf is gonna catch it

In his bread basket - spittin' up gastrics - that's it

I'll leave you out of breath like post mortem at a forum

I might snap at any second, or ask a loaded question

Like who wants to test me at roulette

You can bet, I check the edge of the ledge to see how close I can get

Salmonella ain't shit cuz I'll eat a chicken raw

No headcrack just headcrush - my blood boils vigorous

And all my loose marbles got me in a frenzy. John Doe?

I wont' say whoawhoawhoa, just Geronimo!

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I love my story's gory and inflammatory. Should I mention?

Gutwrenchin' drenchin' suckas with my lyrical double M's

So mind your P's and Q's or get cued up

To be brief I ain't lookin' for no olive wreath

I'm in a precarious position, Should I still support the system that I'm

Buying into

Prejudice is what my fist is flying into

Cuz a rolling stone gathers no moss

But heads will roll like rawhide - my rawside's like Jekyll to Hyde

The light shines down from above, upon my 3rd eye it's focused

Vile vicious visions swarm like locusts

And lead me on this path I must pursue until I'm finished

You never thought this form could manifest that of a menace

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