land of the lost

slaine

i got suicidal visions of women

i smoke a enemas

full of venom. i got ten tenants in ten tenements

slanging to all the residents. cocaine intelligence

my snow-bunny bitch sell e-hits for mexicans

connecting with the best of the best

and cooking meth

in the bubble bath with two dime chicks and they possessed

i put every finger in your bitch pussy with my rings on

and she don't give a fuck

she swallow nut and drink cum

pull up to your house with my hazard lights on

they flashing bright

hop out with a mask with armani and a metal pipe

throw a little dash of this white inside the alize

mix it with some molly and guess i'm top on the interstate

ventilate the car i'm driving and keeping the doors ajar

forces are on the floor in case they force us to go to war

say another word

i'll run up

ring your doorbell

and lick off like them dirty cops did it to sean bell

i can't find the words i want to say when i'm trying to right

having flashbacks of jack daniel's and the china white

memories of hennessey. enemies i find to fight

a dime to light a 40 bag

a shorty who vagina tight

my story

i rewind it 'cause it serves as a reminder

right?

or evils that corrupt you 'fore they cut you in the prime of life

kind of like that first hit. left me feeling dynamite

my whip was sharp as shit and you can slip with the katana knife

behind the mic i'm like a possessed demon

obsessed scheming

this festering pestilence is exiting my chest screaming

the man who stare in his ship is like a hexed heathen

bent on revenge and he ain't leaving 'till he gets even

so now i'm back with the reasons still with a fast temper

the king of everything else

yeah i'm the last emperor

escaped the grasp of the grim reaper this past winter

but i'm still looking for the next wall to crash into

Lyric Context: land of the lost - slaine