Boxguts Mudhut
Undisturbed in a deep sleep, cinder block for a pillow
Layers of red ants feed on sheep sheets
Sheered from flocks in the meadow
My hunger dreams leave me fiending just to rot for the devil
Awake brushing teeth with a straight blade and start talking the metal
I crop and bevel
Cuts reach from a tongue saber
Lunge for a touch of flavor, and chop through your head slow
Bro, I grind beef up, strain tripe
Puff on reefer, and gain height
Go on and twist one up for your boy then get your shit real faded and nice
Sit calm while I spit this razor over your dome and shave you a stripe
Rake marks through craniums change up facial expressions
Like a baby in a rusty bear trap being eaten by a gang of mice
Hyperishly squirming full of lots of little bites
My sniper sermons got sloppy death clippings in 'em from snipping jaws of life
