The Fuckery Hotel - Slaine, Kali, Reks

Death before dishonor, still growin' like a farmer

So-called soldiers walk around in glass armor

I remain calm or run the point like Chalmers

I can feel the ghost of the victims I plan to bomb on

I plan to avoid the penitentiary, pencil these poetic memoirs

Of a star trapped, thoughts tap, ADHD

All that bipolar make me fall back

What y’all lack I instill in pen skill, lyrical contact

Yeah, dog, I got a bottle and a Prada model

These cats wanna fist fight but I’m homicidal

I can’t keep my mind swayed, all the drama I know

And my cocaine is rockier than Colorado

I got a single-shot Ruger, hopin' that I hit my mark

The life of a shooter, my brain is like a fuckin' dart

I been sippin' 40's in the park, duckin' from the narcs

Bustin' from the heart, pussy, all the stars torn apart

Aimed at those who oppose where my life’s headed

On a futon, eatin' croutons with light lettuce

On a cruise ship, stuntin' with my new chick

She keep both hands on my dick like a pool stick

She the coke holder and I ain’t talkin' soda

'Bout to run a train on the game, baby, bend it over

Be my Henny coaster, ass stupid fat

Couple shots of Henrock, no question what I do to that

True to fact, Rugers blast steady on the block

Henny on the rock, gimme-gimme plenty shit to talk

Them are not really ready, I should have been killed already

I would have been dead and buried in the very cemetery

In Roxbury with every Tom, Harry and Jerry

But I ain’t never worry for nothin', nobody is scary

I came up the hard way, I earned what I have

Caught the science of the violence and I learned all the math

Carry gasoline tanks, I was burnin' my path

Held a razor blade close, I’m determined to slash

Fuck two porn bitches spittin' sperm in the bath

Punch 'em both, but they weren’t into that

I’m fuckin' with ya

Taught to never testify, beef, we let them weapons fly

Feel the hunger when I rap, you niggas look like shepherd’s pie

Paralyzed by coke lines and methadone

Shoot you in the chest, you should have never left your vest at home

I left your heart and a part of boy in the water

No love for these little heifers, we sendin' them all to slaughter

Ain’t none offer to take care of your sons and daughters

Regardless of niggas' profits you politickin' with prophets

I done fucked with porn bitches too, sorry to reiterate

Penetrate dinner plate interstate ridin' rhetoric head it

Get all exes a slight, ex-wife bitch and moanin'

Picturesque moment: Kali, Reks, and Slaine own it

The modern version of hate I slaughter virgins escape

The sort of version of fate you can’t record on a tape

I’m an animal in the jungle, can’t cordon a ape

I’m a lion defying a giant flying with capes

I am firing weight, tight spiral when I’m wired and I’m

Burning houses up while the fireman wait

You exist in my nightmare, I can die in my sleep

Buyin' an eighth, you gotta love me I am the great

So get your white sheets, yellow tape, pistol poppin' set you straight

Hit your head and hit your face then close your casket at your wake

Hustlin' proper, guzzlin' vodka, no one can stop us

We totin' choppers at helicopters, we fuckin' mobsters

Put steak sauce on your tits and have a barbecue

Bring your daughter, dude, I’m John Madden calling audibles

I’m Charles Manson in the game how I slaughter crews

Typhooned raps, spit a verse, make the water move