Drop Dead Gorgeous (feat. MarQ-Sky) Video (MV)

God, I apologize mercy for this mayhem
After My Killing Spree, I vow to finish with these slayings
Whatever's done in the darkness will surely come to the light
Like a stoner or, an itching crack fiend with no pipe
There go that dope shit, I think I'm Edgar Allen Poe shit
The Raven when I Ray Lewis even when I would show blitz
Damn, I got em staring at the stereo
Lyrical martial arts til' Martial Law is in your area!
I'm cold with it, think Ima change my name to Victor Freis
Cause every written piece is a crygogenic soliloquy
My mind travels to places you wouldn't dare to dream
Visions of the Darkseid, practicing my Omega beams
I manslaughter, leave the booth full of corpses
My kill's nice making bodies drop dead gorgeous
I'm gone
This the shit where you can't sleep or snore
We at war ignore the stench, it leaves you nauseous, so caution!
We still them OC niggaz from the Fort
Killin' for the sport and watchin' bodies drop dead gorgeous!
My niggaz look! I caught him slippin' in his Porsche
He don't know what's coming for him but I'm sure that it's tortuous
And it ain't over til' the fat lady singing help me
My LF niggaz screamin' drop dead gorgeous
The vilified genius completes with nobody
The vilified genius completes with nobody
The vilified genius competes with nobody
A pothead prophet that's godly, feelin' like Pac when they shot him
And this my Hit Em Up my ambitionz to split the skin then diminish the kid in ya
I been winning since I was ten something
All my adrenaline got me ready to kill but f*ck!
I ain't bring no gloves and my slaughters be hectic, shit I got dreams
I can't see The Clink or the cuffs, God speaking to me I hush
I'm Behemoth he let me off the leash teaching how I can crush
All of you f*ck niggaz! You're lunch even if I grew up with you
Your nuts, you think you could f*ck with me
I'm clutch that player nigga, half of I.A.M.R.A.P.
Swinging my battle ax as I hit the blunt, I'll behead them all
I'm tryna be the greatest my Savior said I'm a level off
My home arena the Coliseum, so when I see you
Bring a sword, I'll teach you war till you bleeding I guess you better off
Roadkill, now applause the gladiator he's so trill
Reppin' the Fort, where we leave the bodies dropped in the cornfields
That's player nigga
This the shit where you can't sleep or snore
We at war ignore the stench, it leaves you nauseous, so caution
We still them OC niggaz from the Fort
Killin' for the sport and watchin' bodies drop dead gorgeous!
My niggaz look! I caught him slippin' in his Porsche
He don't know what's coming for him but I'm sure that it's tortuous
And it ain't over til' the fat lady singing help me
My LF niggaz screamin' drop dead gorgeous