RISE OF DEFIANCE x afer 8

HOOK X2


But I pack pens big bad breed
Pink Paper black book blood bleed
Break bones but breathe baby breathe
But pick the Poet to be…

VERSE 1

Bastards fell I go faster girl I’m a master well
I did everything else, how the hell I’m I gonna surpass myself!?
Beat myself in the face with a mirror case of beer a
Urban Shakespeare three shakes of my spear appear a
Spirit of rage here to amaze and clear the theatre stage
You fear the age of Rukas my mere gaze
Turning motherfuckers to jelly
Legs quiver so called vets shiver burning rubber Rukas Cavelli
I give a fuck what the critics thought of me, bullshitters walk from me
got bitches stalking me this shit its awkward G
My face is red well I blazes the Meth fella coughing spend my days in the cellar
Watching faces of death and I tell a
Story but you fellas bore me, jealous of my glory
They assuredly yell “escort me to Hell it’s for me!”
Get ready to defend steady to the end
Heavier but then deadly with the pen!

HOOK X2

But I pack pens big bad breed
Pink Paper black book blood bleed
Break bones but breathe baby breathe
But pick the Poet to be…

VERSE 2

Too advanced for you, ask ya crew
My arms that are blue grasp you… enhanced but who has surpassed you?
Answer truthfully fore I blast you
I wore a mask to the dance to shoot and slaughter
Back to the flat order fast food
Bachelor pad and ah spew up my last stew
Had to get that invalid missus before I starve you
My simple wish is for you to clean up that sink full of dishes
You aint getting a thing till ya finished
Sid the Sexist I’m sick of lettuce I wouldn’t give this shit to beggars
Bit of medi-cine I spit up feathers
Loco, Crazy like Yoko, Oh No
The hobo the Po-Po won’t hold, I go low like Frodo
Quasimodo Oh so slow on the uptake
Duck taped to the pub gate Butt naked new tattoo reads cupcake
But freaks love Jay, but they
All just wanna hug Hey but I wanna Fuck Babe!

HOOK X2

But I pack pens big bad breed
Pink Paper black book blood bleed
Break bones but breathe baby breathe
But pick the Poet to be…

VERSE 3

Outa jail no clothes but, Alpha male so I pose
Powder trail on my nose a foul pale ghost
Of my former self spirit depleted
I saw myself in the mirror and I couldn’t believe it dear I look defeated
And beat and it can’t happen fuck it a fried Bacon harvest?
And, ahm back in the public eye painting targets
On the backs of friend’s foes alike insensitive ya whole lives
My inspiration, my pens they won’t lie
A patient poet every song has a name behind the title
, Could be harry Sally Larry Barry Carrie Wayne Ryan or Michael
Inspired by tragic events I go out and
Buy a whole fucking packet of pens hour later? Gotta whole album
Pop a load a Valium,
Still managed to ride ya Ho like a stallion, so valiant!
Gold medallion carrying go in to the valley and
Go mad wont no one battle him!