'sick in the head like alzheimers': an Ezmc and David Lama flex
some quick shit we did.
ezmc
my sole intention is to destroy this whole dimension
so demented, when I look in the mirror theres no reflection
I have a sick mind & there’s no remedy known
I grave fucked terry schiavo then re-buried the ho
I’ll walk into any unknown to face envious foes,
& put the machete to bone with some of the heaviest blows
there’s maybe 80 signs why i’m out my crazy mind
I’m pro-Choice only cuz I like to see babies dyin'
I live in a lonely basis, when I smile, I only fake it
& shiver in disgust whenever I enter holy places
torn in a mess, I was born with sick thoughts in my head
saw the Passion of Christ just to see Jesus being tortured to death
it’s heard to breath, like having a hole in my chest
I’m ugly, this aint me… it’s a ghost haunting my flesh
David Lama
not much of a rhyme setter, but sick?, theres nothing I define better
I only write mags these days, cause I’m tired of writing suicide letters
pain? I consider it an art, I don’t vent..I’m that nigger with the scars
opened myself up, & made my small intestines bigger than the large
stuck with a couple of demons, those I struggled to meet with
I won’t suck a dick, but I may cut it up and then eat it
with blood I’ve filled gardens, only to satan I will hearken
my hearts always been missing, at 7 I drew it on milk cartons
I speak the truth, they wonder why, but’ll never see this brother lie
ez’s flow is better, but the blood on my wrist says otherwise
fuck your best, yea a challenge is something I’m all for, yet
I’m busy beating my shadow up till there’s no floor left
the mind of a villain is what these dark nights are concealing
I only sleep like a baby, so I can feel better when I kill them
