The pit, the pit, oh my Yo, 1, 2, dun dunna dun All y'all mentally dead We come to break y'all some And ressurect you from the mentality of fool in Yo, yo
We come away and chop the heads of these It's off they dyin' in a pit full of snakes Mistake inside yourself, that be the first you take better off you dyin' in a pit full of snakes
The marijuana got my glowin' gold armor, surround my body I'm reachin' a high state of nirvana but chop and imitate To bite, the livin' spirits Golden tablets transmitted by the Abbot Blood related to King David's mighty men
I appear in the like nitrogen, oxygen, hydrogen dioxide, helium, xenon, argon, neon, freon, be gone I travel beyond the range sick sounds grave you can't respond Dynamic makes your mind go frantic hand picked Gods
Razor sharp be my standard breakin' from bondage and white Eye ball as black as onyx hair gonna grow as long as a tail Escape Hell watch the Gods be real What makes rain and hail, snow and
Goin' through crisis, or mad I girls was made of sugar and spices Always wanted to fuck 'em like While others bow down, Percival,
I'm inside my lab stabbin' rhymes on black Your weight measure a snow flake How you gonna shine on a God while you I dislocate your head, neck, your back, your legs kneecap, back smack your ass bitch
And splatter gall bladder my mathematical data far beyond the stars of William Shatner The rattler deport on my speed of thought Then New York in East London or import
Stronger currents than my runnin' rapid practice pierce hoes through metal jackets War commander, niggas get caught up in the exhaust Get the right or suffer frost bite
Isle of the King maniac barbarian, sort of Underground, subterranean, Five grandson of Nefar The rest of y'all heffers, thimble resembled Uncle Fester God biding escape through gates
Integrate, causin' one mind to elevate, stagnate Like an earthquake causin' the to shake On release day, diggin' graves Master 4 Tay or black cherries Freshly out the cemetery, bear the plot
We come and chop the heads of these snakes It's better off they dyin' in a pit of snakes Mistake inside yourself, that be the head you take It's off you dyin' in a pit full of snakes
Yo, projectiles lace the ailes Organic, saw panic I wreck shit and smile more props than New York City got blocks I your whole knot till your air drip of snot
First encounter by Hell, is Grym Lacin' human shells with radiation until cell to permeate flesh like skins bein' pressed And wire, steel mesh as 200 nerve endings record the pain
I cut like the Wu-Tang sword hittin' the The issue for invasion of your brain tissue Is dismissal, nigga I reign official I lack fear like a black bear slash your chest area
And have the whole world soakin' within hemoglobin blast, your lyrics be on face and astrophysics You be your if you were Noriega's chemist Twistin' the mic like fire hydrants in the summer
Bangin' a Forerunner lyrically my formula is C-4 to the power of ice, fire, and water equation causes manslaughter torture upon the microphone With the type of poem the strikes like a poem a baseball bat Why the track, I'm better than all of that
We come away and chop the heads of snakes It's better off they in a pit full of snakes inside yourself, that be the first head you take It's off you dyin' in a pit full of snakes
We come away and chop the heads of these It's better off they dyin' in a pit full of Mistake inside yourself, that be the first head you better off you dyin' in a pit full of snakes