The Bronzeman

[00:10.68] Next (I know)
[00:11.52] A test will be run to determine
[00:13.32] Whether these are the dreaded killer bees
[00:15.55] Something no one in the right mind would ever want to do
[00:19.27] The excited swarm of angry killer bees
[00:21.88] Summon the killer bees and swooping up in the sky
[00:24.30] And began their violent attack
[00:26.79] Killer bees continue to conquer new land
[00:29.23] We must all adapt and wipe out this spread
[00:32.52] Or, risk a deathly encounter with the (I know) lethal swarm
[00:37.28] Where or when the lethal killer bees
[00:39.09] Will end their expansion remains to be seen
[00:42.70] Their venomous pollen and number of stings make them so lethal
[00:46.61] Yo, yo (I know)
[00:47.47] Fuck a diamond, I used to only hit a pitch off one
[00:50.44] On home plates, we ball of the base, hit it and run
[00:53.46] Body heavy metal, bet I only travel on frowning horses
[00:57.02] Inhale the forest, fled the house of a thousand (I know) corpses
[01:00.05] Housing my name in your mouth, will get you John Booth'ed
[01:02.75] I let myself out of my jail, cuz I'm the truth
[01:05.48] Eyes shimmer like rivers and broken bottles of Smirnoff
[01:08.97] Successions of sounds splash from windows (I know) spilling off
[01:11.97] Steel emboss my logo cause death or mogul's calls
[01:14.78] Skin clinks like 18 Bronzemen in the halls
[01:17.67] The seeds of my cold blood travel through deep veins
[01:20.53] Grew up with no hands, arms were spike ball & chain (I know)
[01:23.52] The hills have eyes, they saw me escape the odds
[01:26.46] Keep my blowgun shirt on your back until you die
[01:29.55] Voice squirt cyanide, crack open a winter sky
[01:32.39] For cash, I need a ski mask and a Rambo (I know) knife
[01:35.46] Hydro clouds, looks out, watch the city rumble
[01:38.50] From a million hunger pains, and those bees that bumble
[01:41.83] I'm filled with screams that I can never let slip
[01:44.39] They say a poet and madman we all have (I know) a bit
[01:47.94] Yo, yo, who in the world could spit it like me
[01:51.28] Unlikely, sheisty for that mic piece
[01:53.56] My clan keep no white sheets, wife beaters & Nike sneaks
[01:56.24] Skeetin' divas who treat us like, Black Jesus
[01:58.77] And feed us to Haitian cleavage, with features that
[02:01.08] Keep 'em beating they (I know) penis, we terror predator veterans
[02:04.05] Trend setters who better when, under pressure
[02:06.27] Cuz better lines, prime timers like Letterman
[02:08.47] Dead ya shine in a second, yeah, I'm a Con and that Edison
[02:11.55] Say you sick with the rhymes, well then I'mma vomit the medicine
[02:14.26] Bomb atomic like that overbeats that Impeach the President
[02:17.32] Save the beef for you freaks, it ain't nothing sweet, and ain't never been
[02:20.39] If you keep it at peace, we won't have to level your residence
[02:23.44] Better to chill, nigga, take a breather, let it (I know) settle in
[02:26.56] Need the speed of the cheetah, with feet as a big as an elephants
[02:29.34] Ammo like John Rambo, to stand a chance in my element
[02:32.39] Handle hammers with elegance, damage the camera's evidence
[02:35.44] Ammo that dismantle limbs, where you stand is irrelevant
[02:38.22] And fuck your videos, I only watch channels, not the mainstream
[02:41.85] My sheath holds cannisters and manuals of daydreams
[02:45.01] Brita water, filter slaughter, chop the broccoli sloppy
[02:48.08] My habit's insane performing an (I know) Audiotopsy
[02:50.97] Cotton grown, testosterone, got Glocks for bones
[02:53.72] Drink a marsh of H2O, think harsh darts and throw
[02:56.63] Maybe blow, poison tips, razor tits
[02:59.32] Sour as lemon sticks, my fetish is wet pussy with (I know) splatter patterns
[03:03.01] I'm dark like Rosa Park murders on the camera lanterns
[03:05.90] Sharp as a thorn on a rose from your ex-wife
[03:09.01] Sly as a sleuth for the slip knot on your windpipe
[03:11.74] Lynch mic stands, I got a weathervane mind-bend
[03:14.98] Laugh is like rubies and dances on the vile winds
[03:17.75] I live probably like the Mothman Prophecy
[03:20.73] Ferment like winery, Iliad be my Odyssey
[03:23.82] We puff crimson and drink marble from lead pipes
[03:26.59] Run for daylight like Peyton from Jake's on grey nights
[03:29.70] When the blocks hot, I stand with my heart frozen
[03:33.20] Clap like a thousand books closing
[03:35.94] And pop loud as a thousand Rosaries (I know) broken
[03:38.47] Rode Goldwing, into silver clouds of sativa
[03:41.36] Word to Solomon, love Sheba down to her amoeba
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