Intro:
In the mind-of-a-killa , you should look for signs-of-a-thrilla/
so when my gaul of the murder builds look at these lines-as-a-pillar/
dine-with a deala , of cards of death prime-in-the-build-up/
so when the seeker finds its victim this rhyme-is-familar/

ThoughT
You think ya golden till the beam-explosions hit ya hemoglobin /
ya gums a teeth-loose-hold-and ya bleed from ya spleen-to-scrotum/
the streets dispose weak control heat like a demons-omen/
Squeeze the fo, till his cheeks look like feces while decompose’in/
skeptic to epileptics? I’m seasoned to be-the-chosen/
so I can seize seizures for leisure and leave’em-broken/
my atomic sonnets make nuclei leave-the-prozin/
and brings pain to the point ya joints plead for a scream-to-cope-wit/
worst than any nightmare you just gotta dream-I’m-joke’in/
creeds-I’m-hold’in, till we can perceive that the beef-is-croak’in/
spill ya guts on ya thighs till it look like ya knees-is-choke’in/
and medics see ya stomach say fuck it!! and leave-it-open/
tears freeze if you grieve-while-frozen now G you can’t breathe- for-roast’in/
death spoons and feeds you with ease, please heed-the-doses/
picture ya self as me lives thieved I greed-for-ghost’in/
now smile and say cheese while ya body is seed-for-rodents/

Memory Bank
My whims-come-in-handy, disappear like a gem-from-the Ramsey’s/
get choked till ya throat dries and ya flim’s-feel’in-sandy/
drooling at pictures of the scene like the film-was-some-candy/
cuz my errors highest rating is.... slim-as-it-can-be/
yes I get Savage like a Slim-Jim-wit-Randy/
cut ya torso more so put ya skin-in-da-pantry/
merk cousins uncles and if I’m still-feel’in-Antsy/(/Aunt=Ant)
I’ll make a brand new body from the limbs of ya family/