Murderers Robbers

Raw, psychopath is the frame. Raw, psychopath is the frame. Raw, psychopath the frame. Bu-bu-burn 'em down, blow a disc of fame. Raw, psychopath is the frame. Bu-bu-burn 'em down, blow a disc of fame. My name is Smoker Bone, chase the blaze right Down to the brimstone. Stacking head of motherfuckers, physical, Physical with the digital. Pistol, cosmic, the styling from the nickel. Slice my eyes, any crime is the symbol. Scare for me, my knees kiss the panic, I'll trap the pieces of nipples while they tickle The bloody dust off of my septum. I need to quit drinking the liquor, they cheap But delicious until it erase reasons I'm Intoxicated. The vision made me, I'm the reason why. Bleak, the people see, dead vultures in the trees. Intestine, black faces in the breeze. Degrees, six hundred Fahrenheit, Sixty-six Celsius. Lord Emperor, scared the shit out My bitch from Venus. Don't lie, Lucifer, Lucifer is gone. Man, he knows I am sick with no skin, So I gotta run. But you a handsome motherfucker, Fruit that shit today. My name is Lord Emperor