Wildoff

Gauze

that's what Ii give 'em before paws

start grippi'n the mic I'm rippin' 'em like claws

in the middle of night

mares trippin' he right there

what they say in a cold sweat

I'm like yeah

no psychoanalyst or therapist

can save ya crew from the microphone terrorist

bombin' 'em like wars

cutti'n they mic cords

crashin' 'em like shores slicin' 'em like swords

it's a cold day in Hades

thinkin' that you can play me

freakin' the pretty ladies

now they have my babies

but ain't no ball and chain bout to train the wild dog

think you on? you wild off

You wild off

the rhythms a avalanche you never had a chance

they surrendin' quick wavin' the white flag a sham

a hoax, a fake, a bluff a con a delusion

illegitimate ill-timed illusion

but I'm in the place now puttin' them fakes

down like euthanasia

deep in the gas chamber

spook the neighbors soon as the bass pump

scoot ya name up a list of fake chumps

I'm outta control outta sight and outta mind

my body and soul grab a mic and now I'm blind

blackin' out in order for me to shine

and bring vision back to those who lost time

chasin' the devils diamonds and fool's gold

you reap reward on roads that you chose

it's no wonder you in the wild, lost

thought you was on you wild off