the R O L E M O D E L

Im da SOLE TARGET, that ma opponents and FOES AFTER,
im at da police notice BOARD DRAFTED as MOST WANTED
im unmoved as the WORLDS CORNERS,
to the south to the north pole im COLD HEARTED
So i take on the PEARL HARBOR, da BOLD MARTIR
to da death to ma POST MORTEM
Till yall GOES MASS on ma CLOSED CASKET,
U kill me u get ma heart stiff and SOUL HARDENED,
Till my spirit is risen and is FORCED AFTER u as a GHOST HAUNTING,
da CLOAKED MASTER, with a pole-ax, conclude ya death like a FO-CASTER
I SMOKE BASTARDS, get a ROPE FASTENNED,
round ya THROAT GASPIN, till u CHOKE COUGHIN,
SLOW hEArtbeat, u Hollocausted
SoaKeD bLoOdStAiNs, i MOULD CORPSES with SOAP PLASTER..
As i sit there enjoying the Show with a COARSE LAUGHTER,
But i know thats not what u FOLKS AFTER..
MOST OFTEN, On ice im COLD WATER, tho im a SLOW STARTER,
I be GOLD PRADA wen ma FLOW STARTS TA, GO FASTER....
from no-HOMED-ORPHAN who WROTE CARBON on COLD DARKNESS
U better ROLL CARPET, from LOW-CASTER to GLOBE TROTTER...