The Hidden Hand - Gangrene

Digging through the dumpster like a transient

Another man down, there go the ambulance

Just scrape him off the road

Catch me on the stove, cooking and scrambling

Your dogs only bark, they just woofing and rambling

The Caballero’s canvas

I keep shitting like a senior citizen with Pampers

Serving 'em like Pete Sampras

Over the net with the racket

Like I’m Federal Expressin' a package

My laboratory’s far from lavish

Littered with dutch intestine, and blunt ashes

The way I just slip in Electric Slide through the gutter

Need rubber the largest

Every size and every color

Step the fuck back while I’m pushing the limitation

Speed demon — a 911 Porsche, horses racing

Violate a record like forced penetration

My liver is Russian, my lungs is Dutch

Team Thorough, my number one and two sons clutch

I sit back, eating my lunch, not doing much

Cameras I spit in, my hand is hitting

Can’t see shit

That boy’s gritty on the grizzy

Grinding out for the grams, dammit

Gamble with God, I’m pulling the cards, the hand’s gambit

You get the poker face

Unless I’m high up out the atmosphere

But it takes a lot to get me there

Spark a flare but I can’t calling for help

Like Adrian, I’m whooping ass, y’all go and grab me my belt

I’ll son you

I swear there’s no where to run to

When I hunt you, you’re lunch food

Now look what it had come to

A little violence before we at peace

It’s human ways, I call it laws of the streets

Capiche?

Preach

Your mouth in the beef

You’re burger-made, I murder them

Police knock and ask any questions, I never heard of them

I keep that Mary moving

Showing improvement, nigga rolling stupid

Highly ignorant when his mind is useless

You got something to prove?

Prove it

I’m like the bad teacher to a student

That’s white chalking, I’m not talking

The only options: live and learn

Y’all not of my concern

I’m sitting like Big Worm, come get burned

Man who did it, my hand is hittin'