deceptive electric, dropped in a septic tank
for a pound of dank, you transferred like funds from a bank
perceptive and aggressive, you clowned the sons of man
reactive and elastic, you scrounge for guns from the clan
its a screwed up move up, a screw lose and who's up
the useless shooter, with the fruitless attempts at a zab judah
to prove ya self worth, you wholed up with self inflicted wounds
fallen from disgrace ,like roman ruins the omen beckens ya doomed
buffoons like you fight through I strike you wipe you and fly through
the tight chew the cycle of strife in a vice like grip and might view
reckless actions and distractions, sent to destroy the main plan
distress and inaction, devoid of any grand plan
moving through motions, your supposed to form a strike plan
using ya devoting, a motive for living is right man
a myriad of ways, days of dawn fawn chosen paths
trippin for days, till you face the evil wrath