Colab Wit Chronic Cancer & Artik Phrost

Effectz Of Death

-Chronic Cancer-

Heat spreadz out from within tha point of contact, no contractz wit Heaven or Hell just strugglin 4 dear life when i bust back,
left unstrapped, my enemiez experience tha wrath from my gat, if u aint finna die niggah u best lay back,
now, organz malfuncture, blood spew out of intravenous sectionz, six hollowz iz where tha bulletz left they puncture,
now i feel tha weight lift off my legz as my body collapses towardz tha concrete, my enemiez soul departed from lungz ruptured,
eyez rolled back, nah fucc that, fight tha overwhelming fog of death, as it creepz across my soul'z depth,
no fuccin light at tha end of no tunnel, just blurred visions of my surroundingz before my spirit from tha carcass left,
blood stained tha pavement, few vehiclez stop only 2 find they belated, in helpin 2 tote tha bodiez 2 E.R.,
morgue specialistz called in 2 help encase tha bodiez in wrapz, doctorz pronounce 2 dead bodiez from a fatal fall,
fuccin assholez, never know what tha fuccin tha sayin, only intellectual termz 2 obtain that cash,
my eyez stay closed in tha coffin, memory deceased, but knowledge of tha murdererz that ran up on me off guard wore ski maskz.


-Artik Phrost-

...Thru Halls Of Those Who Test Her..See The Bodies Lump The Ground Like Cancer..
Herbs Battle Me To Find Meaning Of Their Existence On Sites, Who Am I?..Death's Answer!!..
...I Promise Phrost Snaps The Synapses Of Ya Conscience..While Leaving Yu Conscous..
Just So Victums Can Witness And Watch As..The Flesh Rots Off Their Half Beaten Carcass!!..
...I Can Smell The Aroma Of Newbies Slain..On The Very Stage.. I Read Yu My Page..
More Throats Slit From The Rants And Raves Than 'Dawgs Picked Up' As If Theyre 'Strays'!!..
...So, I Blend In With The Rest..And Await The Next To Step And Stick Out A Chest..
And My; Theyre Vexed As They Ponder My Best..Tactiks Which Moved Them Closer To Death!!..
...Not There Yet, Artik Would Rather Pro Long Than Please The Very Punctual Need..
Welcome To Ya Torture Rack, More Yu Wine The Deeper I Knead..Phrost Feeds Off Pleads!!..
...Those Who've Surpassed My Grasp Parallel Zombies In Heat..The Fucking Living Dead..
Instead..Of Tips To Yur Demise..Let Ya 'Rest On The Calibur' I Harm..An 'Take A Mag To Bed'!!..
...I've Always Kept The Beef Brewing On My Kettle While My Foot Hits The Pedal..
Cuz In A Split Glance, Im Likely To Drive By And 'Serve Ya An Oo-Zee' And Cut The Treble!!..*
...Death's Effect On Artik Phrost Has Been Well Molded And Plastered..A Puppet Master..
Aim?. Bastards Playin Street On The Net And Choke In The Streets..So Shots Web All Actors!!..

*(Oo-Zee= oozie and oz.. ounce/ which relates to kettle)

__________________