Illegal Automatics - Blacastan, Apathy

All hail the golden ax, Excalibur

Dollars in the swollen sack, rap Metallica

Believe me yo, the Godz is back

Throw daggers through your fraudulent facades and acts, marathon tracks

Blade Runners, rock Cazal shades all summer

Foul ball bunters throw grenades through your Hummer

Your foul baby mother grip pipes like a plummer

Incredible, her favorite vegetable is cucumbers

Black Sabbath, smolderin' pots of black magic

Murder tracks savage, none of y’all can’t match it

Jason Voorhees sinkin' y’all with the hatchet

John Wayne-Max Payne squeezin' the ratchets

Squeeze semen in rap chicks, how sleazy is that shit?

Greasy as rat shit in a project cabinet

Crush faggots in fragments, flip crosses on Catholics (gun fire)

While I’m loadin' up illegal automatics, word

Arms spread wide like Jesus Christ wingspan

Spikes through my pimp hand, sixteen for six grand

Triple six, sickle cell, bored of Heaven, sick of Hell

Poison reservoirs, spit in foods plus I piss in wells

Kiss or tell, fuckin' brag, ain’t no rapper touchin' Chad

Highlander shit, broadsword inside my duffel bag

Ap is the man bangin' hoes, you’re a fuckin' fag

Fruitcake, jerkin' off to muscle men in muscle mags

Muzzle on the musket, now I’m dustin' off the Desert Eagle

Leaving 'em in fetal positions, stuck with a record needle

Need to kneel before the king or wield a sword or shield

Or force field a record deal and a skeleton made of steel

Cash plus a beat, this is classic as Mass Appeal

A mask and a gold grill and a vat is some Massengill

I’m mass at the Vatican, a mad man with a MAC-10

A notebook and a black pen and throat full of acid phlegm