Fuck Love Twice - Reel Wolf, Madchild, Trash Gordon

Yo, master of disaster I’m an underground phenomenon

Naturally a bastard but the king of my conglomerate

Welcome to Armageddon rhymes I write 'em armour plated

Have a relationship with karma but it’s complicated

Yes I am wicked I am known for being indubious

Words I choose will prove that I won’t lose I’m an enthusiast

Pick any battle topic shit I spit is catastrophic

Once I explode unleashing shrapnel, sharpened metal objects

Take a look into these eyes you’ll see exploding fire

Silver tongue with iron lungs but teeth look like corroding iron

Schizophrenic tenant plus a very lonely landlord, Rancor

Keep punching my head until my hands sore

There seems to be a reason that they keep me at a distance

I’m defiantly persistent there’s evil in this infant

The afterlife is heaven but I am hellbent

My appetite for destruction is over whelming

Givem hell, one hundred rounds

Feeding like a hungry hound

In my head the thunder pounds

Hailing from the underground

I listen to a lot of rappers but I don’t believem

Misguided angel I was spawned one of the coldest heathens

Givem hell, huntem down

Fuckem let it buck and blaow

Body is a loveless shell

Permanently underground

I listen to a lot of rappers and they all bleedin

Trash Gordon I was raised to be a fuckin demon

Ain’t nothing to joke about you ain’t got a hope in hell

Stomping on your chest until your broken ribs poking out

That dead weight that pulls you down

With a shred I hope you drown

Neck tie a rope around close your eyes it’s over now

The black heart in my chest is pacing

Nothing in my head but satan

State of pure desolation, the mental patient

With a barrel to his temple embracing the death that waits him

Splittin domes and adding to my list of foes

Sick when my mental depicts it and then it just implodes

Smash a little ho and turn her count into a withered rose

That’s where my sickness goes

Visions of your death I’m lifting up your best

Feel a sinkin in your chest

Swing a corked bat, leave you physically depressed

I’m a sociopath but that’s the curse that I’m under

Every enemy get buried in the dirt by the hundreds

I’m like fuckin rain man when I murder by numbers

Who you know that jumps from a fire escape

And calls the victims phone and land on him as soon as it vibrates

They say I’m hard to get along with highly irate

Your girl takes so much dick from me I should just ball up and cry rape

You shouldn’t even be here

You people stare a bodies through that cracked door keep it moving people

there’s nothing to see here

The same nigga from Devils Night

Keep it poppin like chains on a pedel bike

Throw your dame on a metal spike

And beat your puppy to death with a metal pipe

And shoot it out with the cops on site, that’s on a mellow night

I bet you wonderin where D12 been at

On an 8 year binge of alcohol and crinack

Pullin guns on assholes like where the shit at

Niggas be all hype but some bullets makem chillax

I hop in the cab now, shoot at your cash cow

And brag about it to Madchild I’m that wild