52 State Chameleon (52 State Chamelion)

[Intro]:
- So what's the good news?
- He is to blame, he could have done expectin’ a better job, need that more time, but overall, it was, uh, good victim butchery

[Verse]:
Welcome to the Free Hive, with a tar loading and every track'll be sighed
I creep like federal drive-bys of weed protesters and peace signs
I do features, influence rappers, that have to re-write (Oh, man)
I'm homicide еlated, Lo-fi sign the hated
Cursеs on the mic like, Dyson Vegas
Dark flicks, pale rider
My CD circulate like Behold the Pale Horse paperback, in Rikers
The moss is hand-picked, street magic cloth in hand drip
I pop lock at your funeral like African coffin dancers
It’s a dirty spirit flea bomb
I got mad love from rappers like Cupid on bad E-Bombs?
You come to a half spotted axe in blood drenched
This is a bonanza heavy pen punchfest
No Punk trend, coffins gettin' stacked
Like bunkbeds, split drum heads, over drug blends
Still trippin', still dosin', you want a ill opus
Give me a midget stripper, a couch pillow, then a MILF thrown in
Syd Barrett, I swerve through the streets
I got no bed for rent, just servin' you sheets
The more I'm poppin' (What?)
The more I start to think somebody watchin' (watchin’)
So blowin’ up is not a option
Sicilian Oxy, the pads all cracked they say it's out in Rockland
Hahaha, stupid
Yo, (come on, man), start ’em no, exhausted butcher, one arm to go
I piss in your chest shot, that's a heart of gold
Church fire on the news is really lit
One flow, 52 State Chameleon