tuck you in

Yahweh open the door,(doosh!) theres a billion mothafuckas with something to say, theres a million mothafuckas that will try to throw the negative yo way, i just add the positive and subtract the negative away, i just palm a bitch in the face if he try to say i cant concur the grave, i done concured the sting of death thats all i gotta say, now i hold death on strings lika puppet at play, im the sun and the moon and i can light up the night or the day, they said i would get over this rap fame its just a faze, now im out here dabbing my brushes painting color to sixteen shades of gray, and like a bullet i spit these bars and leave a flesh wound everytime that i graze, like cattle on the range i always got that grass in my mouth and smoke surrounded my face, it's simple to do and say fall outta line or get in your place, or fuck around and catch a bullet lika bullseye straight to the center of your face, and be found drowned murdered and misplaced, even show up to your funeral to assure that your properly tucked into your case, awee look his sleeping i can be life or death in the lokiest craze, in the most difined and refined vine that i can water plant and grow in the oceans waves, shock the minds of the consumer like an electrical taze that sets you ablaze, im just another word smith in a lyrical maze, on a different level than the rest still on the first phaze, i was just testing and infesting the minds eye to a different inquiry of different kinda thangs, like saying what others are to scared to say, so i say what i say to encap the corners that might leave splinters in the one whom is mentally captivated and enslaved, (oh Red Lotus do behave) bye as i leave you in the barbers chair with a lil more than a close shave and blood all over the mirrors of the place, Red Lotus the butcher im a hitman in my lyrical ways, so hows that for a simple faze that i came to embrace, now bury these other rappers and close the case, as i walk out the your funeral wearing your face, licking your blood of my blade just to know how these cowards i devour taste. i.e. Red Lotus the butcher leaving thee world dead lika a cold case to embrace, choking your sqaud on my way out with a shoe lace as i get in my whip and ditch this place, now enjoy the base.. (or a knife in the face) (knife sound) smiles like that last forever anyways.. aha aha aha aha