Outlined in Chalk
By G-Mo Skee
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[Verse 1: Jamie Madrox]
Drowned you in the undertow, all that search of antidotes, Something to relieve us from the condescending overbearing b*tches selling rainbows and self-scan bar-codes
Tell you what I've heard more, heart come from an artichoke, Shadow bearer, my over grey scale
Any measure they say killings free cuz they know that the murder sells
All going to hell seems we've been here all along
So welcome home mother f*cker now you're outlined in chalk
[Verse 2: Boondox]
I choked these b*tches out their riches, with a rope made out of switches by the witches down on Broken Hollow
Underneath the bridges in the boondocks, where they're all summoned up by heathens
Seeking blood and retribution from a scarecrow demon
I rose up out the Red Claydom Georgia dirt road
With a crow on my shoulder and a hole for a f*ckin soul
To join a group of misfits with the same type of interests
To kill all these sons of b*tches, we the f*ckin' Magic Ninjas
[Hook]
Outlined in Chalk, so many f*ckin bodies any f*cking body?
In line they fall, nobodies leaving cuz we're killing everybody
Killing everybody, No regret
Killing everyone, welcome Death
Killing everything, in this Mutha f*cka till the last one stands and there's no-one left
[Verse 3: Blaze Ya Dead Homie]
Outlined exed out
Like yellow tape
He's stretched out, Put the .45 Up to his dome and go BLAOOW!
Let it rain, chunks of skull bits of brain cuz the Dead Man walks the street once again
Staring death in the face, got a casket yard space
And an opportunity and drag you back into my place
A Necrophiliac
In the shadows I attack
You know it's Blaze Ya Dead Homie, Mother f*cker run and tell that
[Verse 4: Monoxide]
We don't need to tell you bring the Judo
Nothing as half as brutal
But now we got a crew though, it's f*cking out of their noodle, Everybody that you know is rockin' a box of Sudo
While my lyrics do backflips and I spit that evil Judo
I get drunk off the blood like I was sippin' on that Ouzo
But no I'm not a thug I just wanna kill the untruthful
The perfect murderous pupil, You can hear it when I talk if I could, I'd leave the whole world Outlined in Chalk
[Hook]
[Verse 5: G-Mo Skee]
G-Mo!
Cremated ashes, hash and a couple moon rocks
I'll smoke your whole crew in a blunt the size of a shoe-box
My immortal technique, I'll f*ck a b*tch on a rooftop
And throw her off the roof with 2Pac
And walk off drinking a Juice Box
Put a Pool Ball inside of a tube sock
Crack your head open and Skull f*ck you with a huge c*ck
And leave your body in the cornfields with Boondox
Get outlined in p*ss and tell the cops to bring some new Chalk
[Verse 6: The R.O.C.]
I hide in plain sight, day monster walk with the public
They'll never suspect the black mother f*ckin subject
Being a day one serial killer, guns dance in my arsenal but my sickles so fun
The sun it cooks the blood for me
Just mixing the mix, at my regular job shifting the big, the tick the tock
No 48 because they'll never catch the ROC, The R.O.C, whatever they choose to call me
Murder they think but me? sh*t I know better
I'm a trooper a patriot that makes the planet fresher
With the bodies that lay
In my house decaying one less mouth to breathe, the ozone will flourish indeed (HAH!)
[Verse 7: Lex the Hex Master]
Pay attention to these lessons
I spit like a lethal weapon
Possessing the sickest methods
To turn your city to wreckage, Who can handle us?
Wicked band of thugs, put your hammers up
Queens County Strangler, bangin you till you bandaged up
Use your right handed crutch, I don't play no characters
Real life savage, will choke, smack, and embarrass you
After running after you, half of you n*ggas nervous
While choking crazy on verses, while Lex is ugly in person
[Verse 8: Young Wicked]
It's Y Dubb ho
Coming and killin em and swim in the blood yo
I'm keeping the wicked sh*t breathin', tryin' to get even, givin' no f*cks bro
Young cut-throat, Servin' em up with that nutso, Psycho, Sick sh*t
The sound of the flesh when I rip it, so sadistic
I'm gonna walk in the house with a killer intention to choke
Wake you up with the edge of a blade of a butcher knife to your throat
Keep your body with me cuz it help me feel like I'm not so alone
Cut off the skin and then make me a coat, Put it on and I'm gone, Young Wicked (x4)
[Hook]
[Verse 9: ClockworC]
I'm that new classical placid
I'm draggin these raggedy old dogs off into the pasture
I'm laughing and leading Lassie out back for the final chapter
It's graphic they're gonna be Casper
I'm laughin and grabbing the Chalk, and outlining these b*tches caskets
Everybody wanna be bumpin they c*m dumpstah, thinkin they run somethun
But I'm an insane Usain Bolt, with the pace of a four-four slug in the back of the skull
Tacticals and Napalm tickin away till the pain won't wait no more, I'm a Gorilla, My Gorilla, you writing that fiction I'm living the war
[Verse 10: Mr. Grey]
You don't wanna f*ck with a Grey Gorilla Goon
I'm a vicious visionary, bury em deep and consume
Hail to the blood moon it's the year of the Sword
Save the stains on my blade
Put fear in your ass call me Rap Lord
Drinking Coors Light with the Children of the Corn
f*ckin whores right, Chuckin Molotovs, b*tch it's Fight Night
Riots will incite, Inside of my insight, Dark hoodie and an old knife, Apezilla bark and bite
[Hook]
Drowned you in the undertow, all that search of antidotes, Something to relieve us from the condescending overbearing b*tches selling rainbows and self-scan bar-codes
Tell you what I've heard more, heart come from an artichoke, Shadow bearer, my over grey scale
Any measure they say killings free cuz they know that the murder sells
All going to hell seems we've been here all along
So welcome home mother f*cker now you're outlined in chalk
[Verse 2: Boondox]
I choked these b*tches out their riches, with a rope made out of switches by the witches down on Broken Hollow
Underneath the bridges in the boondocks, where they're all summoned up by heathens
Seeking blood and retribution from a scarecrow demon
I rose up out the Red Claydom Georgia dirt road
With a crow on my shoulder and a hole for a f*ckin soul
To join a group of misfits with the same type of interests
To kill all these sons of b*tches, we the f*ckin' Magic Ninjas
[Hook]
Outlined in Chalk, so many f*ckin bodies any f*cking body?
In line they fall, nobodies leaving cuz we're killing everybody
Killing everybody, No regret
Killing everyone, welcome Death
Killing everything, in this Mutha f*cka till the last one stands and there's no-one left
[Verse 3: Blaze Ya Dead Homie]
Outlined exed out
Like yellow tape
He's stretched out, Put the .45 Up to his dome and go BLAOOW!
Let it rain, chunks of skull bits of brain cuz the Dead Man walks the street once again
Staring death in the face, got a casket yard space
And an opportunity and drag you back into my place
A Necrophiliac
In the shadows I attack
You know it's Blaze Ya Dead Homie, Mother f*cker run and tell that
[Verse 4: Monoxide]
We don't need to tell you bring the Judo
Nothing as half as brutal
But now we got a crew though, it's f*cking out of their noodle, Everybody that you know is rockin' a box of Sudo
While my lyrics do backflips and I spit that evil Judo
I get drunk off the blood like I was sippin' on that Ouzo
But no I'm not a thug I just wanna kill the untruthful
The perfect murderous pupil, You can hear it when I talk if I could, I'd leave the whole world Outlined in Chalk
[Hook]
[Verse 5: G-Mo Skee]
G-Mo!
Cremated ashes, hash and a couple moon rocks
I'll smoke your whole crew in a blunt the size of a shoe-box
My immortal technique, I'll f*ck a b*tch on a rooftop
And throw her off the roof with 2Pac
And walk off drinking a Juice Box
Put a Pool Ball inside of a tube sock
Crack your head open and Skull f*ck you with a huge c*ck
And leave your body in the cornfields with Boondox
Get outlined in p*ss and tell the cops to bring some new Chalk
[Verse 6: The R.O.C.]
I hide in plain sight, day monster walk with the public
They'll never suspect the black mother f*ckin subject
Being a day one serial killer, guns dance in my arsenal but my sickles so fun
The sun it cooks the blood for me
Just mixing the mix, at my regular job shifting the big, the tick the tock
No 48 because they'll never catch the ROC, The R.O.C, whatever they choose to call me
Murder they think but me? sh*t I know better
I'm a trooper a patriot that makes the planet fresher
With the bodies that lay
In my house decaying one less mouth to breathe, the ozone will flourish indeed (HAH!)
[Verse 7: Lex the Hex Master]
Pay attention to these lessons
I spit like a lethal weapon
Possessing the sickest methods
To turn your city to wreckage, Who can handle us?
Wicked band of thugs, put your hammers up
Queens County Strangler, bangin you till you bandaged up
Use your right handed crutch, I don't play no characters
Real life savage, will choke, smack, and embarrass you
After running after you, half of you n*ggas nervous
While choking crazy on verses, while Lex is ugly in person
[Verse 8: Young Wicked]
It's Y Dubb ho
Coming and killin em and swim in the blood yo
I'm keeping the wicked sh*t breathin', tryin' to get even, givin' no f*cks bro
Young cut-throat, Servin' em up with that nutso, Psycho, Sick sh*t
The sound of the flesh when I rip it, so sadistic
I'm gonna walk in the house with a killer intention to choke
Wake you up with the edge of a blade of a butcher knife to your throat
Keep your body with me cuz it help me feel like I'm not so alone
Cut off the skin and then make me a coat, Put it on and I'm gone, Young Wicked (x4)
[Hook]
[Verse 9: ClockworC]
I'm that new classical placid
I'm draggin these raggedy old dogs off into the pasture
I'm laughing and leading Lassie out back for the final chapter
It's graphic they're gonna be Casper
I'm laughin and grabbing the Chalk, and outlining these b*tches caskets
Everybody wanna be bumpin they c*m dumpstah, thinkin they run somethun
But I'm an insane Usain Bolt, with the pace of a four-four slug in the back of the skull
Tacticals and Napalm tickin away till the pain won't wait no more, I'm a Gorilla, My Gorilla, you writing that fiction I'm living the war
[Verse 10: Mr. Grey]
You don't wanna f*ck with a Grey Gorilla Goon
I'm a vicious visionary, bury em deep and consume
Hail to the blood moon it's the year of the Sword
Save the stains on my blade
Put fear in your ass call me Rap Lord
Drinking Coors Light with the Children of the Corn
f*ckin whores right, Chuckin Molotovs, b*tch it's Fight Night
Riots will incite, Inside of my insight, Dark hoodie and an old knife, Apezilla bark and bite
[Hook]
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