Where Sinners Dwell

I'm coming from the depths of the city where sinners dwell

We finish frail niggas with shells from splinter cells

When losers win, winners fail, I'll cut your nose off

To spite your face, until you decay you can't even call your scent a smell

Mommy dragging a donkey, I'll pin a tail

I been writing so dark and for so long, my pen is pale

For the money y'all impale, your heart with twenty ten inch nails

Put a hole in your racket like I turned your tennis ball into a spin and

Snail

I laid off, they whole flow, on my day off I sprayed off

That fofo, then made off, with more dough then Madoff

I'm the Adolf, Hitler, of this shit bruh

No soul, my skeleton sneak

Your ho, got a hella physique

I hope she know I shoot boat loads

Bon appetit, when she get to this house

I'm a spit this out, turn a chicken's mouth to a pelican beak

Heartbeat ready, as I done, sloppy steady

Watch her do it, slob that knob. drop that jaw

And watch her come up, Rocsi Eddie



From the depths of the city where sinners dwell

From the depths of the city where sinners dwell

From the depths of the city where sinners dwell

From the depths of the city where sinners dwell



I'm coming from where sinners dwell

Where ghetto America's future is poverty

We inherited Lucifer's property

They giving us niggas Hell

Choose your philosophy

Is usually hypocrisy

Lose your democracy

Nobody vote counting in 2012

So my Ruger is watching me

I move to the monopoly properly

And due to this ruthless economy

I got shit for sell

Our music's anomaly

You dudes are just comedy

In lieu of monogamy

Your pooky on top of me

I did oh well, all my neighbors heard that vixen yell

The way I make that headboard quake, rate my sex on the Richter Scale

Put it in a coffin, no pillow talking, cause all too often, a bitch will

Tell

Only thing left on my pillow was a piece of a weave and some Paul Mitchell

Liquid gel

No one liver, yeah

Go back and find her

Nigga that mainly spit, crazy shit

Prozac and fiber

No rap surviver, nigga, don't act MacGyver

When it get real in the field you a meal

No appetizer