Scout’s Honor
I’m a special type listener and like a prisoner deny connection
To crime the direction of my mind is to succeed and step with perfection
Need help not rejection life is lame but like a plane it takes off
Can’t be fake or soft get shot on runways after gunplays even Rick Ross
Being sick and lost understands the gangster concept it a quick cost //
Matured fast made pure cash and it cured my past at last some peace
Of mind now feast fine eating steak and defeating fakes problems cease
Look cuz I rumble free but hear the buzz of a bumble bee in my ear drum
So I fear some, went to the doctor’s desk for a proper test felt dumb
“look son you have hearing loss” “for real?” reached in my pocket got a tum
Wish I had bubble gum this is troublesome to know, kinda nervous and numb //
My plan is keen and like a canteen they hold fresh water eat flesh and slaughter
Like battery acid my strategy is drastic enough to drown clowns in lake Placid order
Guilitines to fill a team of graves with schemes from the brave caskets of mortar
Words of cement, like a shandalier this drop from ceilings so this stuff is healing folks
Right here on FREAKSTYLAZ in the street with milers like KIP KENYA got quotes
From Virginia kicking like a Ninja Turtle swing knives and cling to vibes got cutting
Edges in my archives no jive have to fight to stay alive like billy goat keep butting
Like ancients my English sad can’t distinguish between good and bad crying scarred
And dying hard like Bruce Willis he produce the illest movies so No Holds Barred
Feel like HULK HOGAN got a bulk slogan for my introduction into the Hall of fame
With a ball of flames like CHRIS EVANS the human torch on the Fantastic Four aim
Fires at brains my diesires are lame wanna conquer the world when I hurl my name //
Toy about like a boyscout anchor tents to the ground then went around looking
For food with a cocked twenty two got plenty to do tie knots,dry pots for cooking
I’m a special type listener and like a prisoner deny connection
To crime the direction of my mind is to succeed and step with perfection
Need help not rejection life is lame but like a plane it takes off
Can’t be fake or soft get shot on runways after gunplays even Rick Ross
Being sick and lost understands the gangster concept it a quick cost //
Matured fast made pure cash and it cured my past at last some peace
Of mind now feast fine eating steak and defeating fakes problems cease
Look cuz I rumble free but hear the buzz of a bumble bee in my ear drum
So I fear some, went to the doctor’s desk for a proper test felt dumb
“look son you have hearing loss” “for real?” reached in my pocket got a tum
Wish I had bubble gum this is troublesome to know, kinda nervous and numb //
My plan is keen and like a canteen they hold fresh water eat flesh and slaughter
Like battery acid my strategy is drastic enough to drown clowns in lake Placid order
Guilitines to fill a team of graves with schemes from the brave caskets of mortar
Words of cement, like a shandalier this drop from ceilings so this stuff is healing folks
Right here on FREAKSTYLAZ in the street with milers like KIP KENYA got quotes
From Virginia kicking like a Ninja Turtle swing knives and cling to vibes got cutting
Edges in my archives no jive have to fight to stay alive like billy goat keep butting
Like ancients my English sad can’t distinguish between good and bad crying scarred
And dying hard like Bruce Willis he produce the illest movies so No Holds Barred
Feel like HULK HOGAN got a bulk slogan for my introduction into the Hall of fame
With a ball of flames like CHRIS EVANS the human torch on the Fantastic Four aim
Fires at brains my diesires are lame wanna conquer the world when I hurl my name //
Toy about like a boyscout anchor tents to the ground then went around looking
For food with a cocked twenty two got plenty to do tie knots,dry pots for cooking
... what was going wrong about polls and being blocked and stuff?