I feel like I could move mountains
an overflowing fountain
of faith in the ways of preachin peace
usually
Fresh as the farmer's market
and right on target
I make my bangers in a manger
with the company of harlots
The way I kill is lyrically
the Dexter to all of these
rogue beats
Already in the mountains
with a beard
so fear me
like you could feel me
nearing
Hair raised
Send chills up your spine
like nails on a chalk board
So bored
Keep my stick
like Mr. Ecko
Stick with the Gecko
you'll wanna be covered
in the event of an accident
Which I cause like Seth Gecko
You keep hearing that echo?
I bring the rain, thunder
Lightning, the wind
I've been
Bending time all this time
like the front of a fender
Head first, diving in
like I'm in the middle of a bender
Spitting bullets verbally
Like a flesh-framed Kimber
maybe a little too slender
I feast on talent,
and there's barely enough for me to enter
Oh, it's July?
Sorry, everywhere I go
I bring the middle of winter
like the month after December
I'm so cold I freeze snow
This world's my Yoko
and I'm fucking it
till everyone's screaming Ono
credits
from The WildaBeast EP,
released August 10, 2014
Produced by Wildabeast