Scrilla Vic - Goin' Off The Deep End Lyrics
A slug doesn’t judge in which gat it sitsMy mug doesn’t budget when the solo hitsHere’s livin’ proof, I’m tearin’ roofs out of mother*****as mouthsOnce unannounced, but here’s the man who’ll write your death certificateoutLonghand – sign my John Han*****Then ***** my hand back to smack the taste out your grill if you’re talkin’smackCuz I get sick like a masochist – flip my lid, ad libCheck your flow to show you’re the shallowestI’ll punch your chronological cuz I don’t waste time and soI’ll talk you out then bring you back so I can break you off some mo’What’s next? My index feels stressed to flexMotives potentially destructive like a silo full of MXThe only government I listen to is ParliamentAnd when I got it goin’ on they increase the defcon(Damn!) The Pentagon should read the pentagram andSam’s got another thing comin’Like a hummin’ or a toastin’ cuz the loaf is gonna catch itIn his bread basket - spittin’ up gastrics – that’s itI’ll leave you out of breath like post mortem at a forumI might snap at any second, or ask a loaded questionLike who wants to test me at rouletteYou can bet, I check the edge of the ledge to see how close I can getSalmonella ain’t shit cuz I’ll eat a chicken rawNo headcrack just headcrush – my blood boils vigorousAnd all my loose marbles got me in a frenzy. John Doe?I wont’ say whoawhoawhoa, just Geronimo!I love my story’s gory and inflammatory. Should I mention?Gutwrenchin’ drenchin’ suckas with my lyrical double M’sSo mind your P’s and Q’s or get cued upTo be brief I ain’t lookin’ for no olive wreathI’m in a precarious position, Should I still support the system that I’mbuying intoPrejudice is what my fist is flying intoCuz a rolling stone gathers no mossBut heads will roll like rawhide – my rawside’s like Jekyll to HydeThe light shines down from above, upon my 3rd eye it’s focusedVile vicious visions swarm like locustsAnd lead me on this path I must pursue until I’m finishedYou never thought this form could manifest that of a menace
