grab tackle. leave wake
cuts in the mangroves is the routes he take
shoes is funky like bootsy bass
peruse the case for some sorta clue he can use to pursue the case
swoop through and track moves so no dude can elude and escape
evade and erase the tracks
no trace and make it back
before the news crews can even have a chance to (broad)cast
cast the net into half a regret
splashin wet grabbed the staff and then swept
jet . left his ass in a mess
laughin in sweat actin like the dash didnt get
the best of his 12 lb test
stretch around their necks
found respect at the fountain of death

turn around . take a sec and count what's left .
astounding life bound to death
drowning right next to the county line
is this sick bastard dyin
trApped under water in a net of vines
cryin
wanting to explain himself
but the way he made his wealth
provided much pain to the health of the ecosystem
when nature talks, we will listen
she detailed many incidents
even insignificant events
riddled with instances to let us know what kind of piece of shit he is
he fed kids to the swamp monsters
and made profits offa concerts
on sacred grounds
ancients howls also displayed how his ways were foul
and now he in the jowls of nature's entanglement
gettin strangled was the way he went
for getting paid to slang pavement
fuck the developers
and the sugar cane peddlers
that's not the way of the natives but rather the way of the settlers
so the native must turn to predators
and prey upon them with special curses
reversed the mess and returned to death with the freshness of the the first breath


no more coin purses from breasts
made tobacco pouches outta the settlers mouths
bound by drying leaves
choking on dying pleas
your disease is not my disease
please try and leave
before i decide to pull my knife from sheath
he sliced with ease
left him tied to a tree so his wife could see
frightened as can be the posse found him bound
with leaves coming out his mouth and shit
wife looked to the ground and found this
read it aloud


spell:
old lovin
cold blooded
troll crust
mold dust
grow rust
oxidate hate
frolic play
call upon spade
call it a spade

coldblooded buzzards
old cousins suffer
love birds hold up
burn soul like we burn the bowl up

and in an instant , their souls solidified and turned to dust
we passed it off to the wife of the alchemist as she knew certain ways to utilize this for warding off the evils that are concealed by their culture
you see over here, we idolize vultures as they are what keep the ecosystem in check
look at the functions of beings and see that our connections' strain lessens and that's the lesson