Chasing the Dragon - WILDCARD

Minute by minute diminishing gimmicks and cynical sinners definitive affinitive

remedies in it to send to the menace inventive pen is and pullin' my pen and be

springin' the venom and given this shit I begin in the end and a genuine

minister diminish and ten percent I be giving this shit I’m the wickedest

sinner I’m comin' to-

Fed up with beautiful people ignite this blaze

And when it be rhythm the wickedest dragon is coming to light your way

When I be shivin' I’m stickin' em' like OJ

But I be that white knight that’ll be twisted to the eye type that wives obey

Wickedest pain to make the skies go gray

Used to be having adventures on that crystal meth I call them Ice-capades

Got a tongue to turn a dyke both ways, don’t like it?

Oh I’m sorry I just must have thought it was white boy day

Wildcard’s the king of storms and all my flows’ll through lightning,

give me the rhythm I’ll give em' the shit I be spitting it bitter like old

Cyrus

I’ll talk a bunch of shit and all of my boys’ll co-sign it and I never stalked

my ex’s house, okay I drove by it but look-

I was in the neighborhood and just stressed out and I feel like my whole crew

is in prison call and collect now

(an inmate at, a federal prison)

Yeah we know where the call’s from bitch just hurry up and connect now

No ones taking me alive (no)

I’m in the getaway driving to the other side (to)

Find a better place (find)

Getting sick and tired (getting sick and tired)

Of just holding on

Holding on (holding on)

Yo

Yippee-ki-yay mother fucker Phil is Billy the Kid, tell like Poets breaking out

of prison just like Dillinger did, pillin' wigs makin' a killin' off villains

and drillin' they chick too, women twisted in positions like Brazilian Jujitsu,

sex with these pretty bitches from Sex in the City, kissin' they necks and

they clits are drippin' with aggressive and gritty spittin' and infecting the

city with it I’m blessed with this witty wisdom, don’t mess with this,

kitties trippin' like the exorcist spittin' vicious and the treacherous wicked

witches of the west can just like my tip with the hexes and mysticism

antiseptic come rippin' shit and it shreds, and these chicks are drippin,

dick insurrection the chicks are jettin' for they life like they in witness

protection, in different directions they split and they jettin' I’ll twist and

mix up these lessons, I’m Smith and I’m Wesson, I’ll spit with aggression,

and it’s my gift and my testament I’m as sick as it gets and don’t let me

twist in your head then it’s like your trippin' on mescaline and I be,

making tracks about pain and interchange and I be, making tracks with

punch-lines to entertain, and I be making tracks to MC’s that bust lame more

uncomfortable than trying to fuck in the back of this mustang (Damn it girl),

(uhh, baby you gotta… ohh), (can you spread), (I'm tryi-, what?

), (put your leg over the thing a little bit?) (I, uh, I’m not that flexible),

(I'm pulling my fucking lumbar over here), (oh why couldn’t we get a hummer?)

No ones taking me alive (no)

I’m in the getaway driving to the other side (to)

Find a better place (find)

Getting sick and tired (getting sick and tired)

Of just holding on

Holding on (holding on)

Yo

Troubles coming up the horizon leaving you stuck in a crisis, with a beat

duffle bag I’m stuffing with knives, half Spanish half luck of the Irish,

bitch I’m cursed with alcoholism, pissed I’m stuck coughin' this nitrous,

like why don’t you fucks just rush into my fist while I’m clutching this ice

pick, now your bloods what I’m paint-brushin' at night with, my ex-girl told me

I’d be angry and alone, I was like fuck you, now I’m thinking what if she’s

right shit, Imma need another motherly white chick with them double D size tits

and em' supple lips for guzzling my kids.

tell the hussy guzzle on my dick,

she resists and I persist damn near got her in a fucking muai-thai clinch,

feel like I’m another design glitch with the clutch of a vise grip leave them

bludgeoned with brass knuckles and night sticks, still a little paranoid from

all the fuckin drugs that I did, wait you ain’t working for the government

right bitch?

feeling like an underground fight pit-bull who’s running this

rhyme shit and more nuts with every muzzle that I grip, tell these kids love

all they life won’t get another one like it trying to take my own fucking

advice, shit