The Neck Slit Robot - Sir Biztopher Lyrics

I smoke ten spliffys then go slay in a battle
If that shits sticky put the whole thing in my saddle
Clique picky so no bangin a gavel
Ever since Ken Griffey wore a gold chain in Seattle
I been a killer & too hot to handle
I get the loot and the spoils
Blueberry juices reducin in coils
Doper than food in the foil
Royal blue coupe for the Royals
I put ur troop in the soil
My shit been rockin repeatedly
Guap at the drop of a guillotine
Flow like it's off takin kreotine
Squabin w prophets & deities
My team is poppin on scenery
I make ur profits look measly
Its like a Rot to a Pekingese
I get you Irishman boxed at ur eatery
God didn't sauce us up evenly
Don't go get knocked over beefery
Don't go get knocked over jealousy
I was on cots for those felonies
No I was not at the spelling bees
I didn't stop when they're tellin' me
Celtic sea yacht with an L in me
Yea

Sir Biztopher the Moore Slayer