Jihad - Insane Poetry

Yeah, nigga, yao

Niggas still ain’t fucking with me

Ya niggas still ain’t taking my crown off my head, bitch!

Yaaaoo

Sutter Kain, nigga!

Insane Poetry!

C’mon!

King of the fucking white people

Motherfucker!

Yeah, y’all done fucked up now

We came here to take back whats ours, motherfucker!

Who started this shit?!

You fucking faggots!

Now bow the fuck down!

Now journey inside my lyrical catacombs

Wrestle style, snap your bones

In?

in half?

niggas in skin?

I been?

of beef with a N-B?

in me

Of a human specimen, back to the graveyard the spot his next to?

Not Special Ed,?

the man for the murder who’s got the fourth power

You can kill me, but I’ll be back within a hour

See it’s my lyrical catacombs you’re following

Swallowing my patterns like my shadow

Will any of y’all like to battle?

I don’t think so

?

them, niggas like

E 40 but not with game for that insane shit, that raising pain shit

Leaving your brain with tumors

Rumors that I was wack, have been squashed

So nigga get out my way, I’m blasting more parts

?

but these ain’t?

box my vocals bust like peacocks, and half these niggas

Bleed like they from treetops (cause?)

I shoot niggas up like heroine

And busting up kneecaps with bats

Serial killer Afro American!

You going inside the mind, inside the mind, inside the mind!

Of a suicide bomber!

I’m a white?

corrupt and on my back

Is a backpack strapped with a bomb!

You going inside the mind, inside the mind, inside the mind!

Of a suicide bomber!

I’m a white?

corrupt and on my back

Is a backpack strapped with a bomb!

It’s the new urban legend with a thirst, the?

weapons putting cheese in that

wind box

To?

a curse blessing, not from your church?

I’m king of Merk?

he is a false

Professor?

in the earth heaven, I?

of circuits, gods of war with a appetite

to bring

Armageddon with verses, I’m a carnivore on a track, and a?

fresh meat then

Speak the words of my 7 deadly sins, shoot this pickle jar I have your?

wicked

Sports Q-E-S-P-N witness!

The black magic of a?

sentence!

Suicikick war, nigga

Check me in, Vengeance!

it’s a muscle boat to practice religion,

when I know they about to

Savage?

Christians listen!

I’m on a mission just to let them talons blow

Psycho!

Insane poet black Edgar Allen Poe!

You going inside the mind, inside the mind, inside the mind!

Of a suicide bomber!

I’m a white?

corrupt and on my back

Is a backpack strapped with a bomb!

You going inside the mind, inside the mind, inside the mind!

Of a suicide bomber!

I’m a white?

corrupt and on my back

Is a backpack strapped with a bomb!