Tacamahac

© 2021

When I get you in your place… I’ll stick my crowbar in your face and wedge out your weazly fuckin’ jawbone… I’m a…

Basilisk in attack I’m a maniac, I’m your fearless rival and I know
Its a high-risk track but I don’t care jack that you’d care less if my chance of survival is very low
I got big bills to pay, and I must say I’m not gonna let you get away with my hard fought for and precious little product
But this aint gonna be a replay of your best ever day cos in your usual stupid way you thought you got me fucked

Thought you could add my tacamahac to your stack so I’m calling you back from your cautious little furlough
but I’m on your track and I put up a rack and I’m gonna fly through that crack in your window
When you’re trashed out and mashed up crashed out slack from your dipsomaniac, broke-back whorin’
gonna dash out the back with your cash in my sack and your stash in my backpack maybe DO you while your still snorin’

And you thought ‘Tupac was boring’?

Now, I know your face, I got you on a trace and I’m right at the edge of your greasy-trucking war-zone
When I get you in your place I’ll stick my crowbar in your face and wedge out your weazly fuckin’ jawbone
When I set for this race, didn’t pray for any grace cos I already pledged you to that place right under your tombstone… and
I’ll simply waste those fat hench motherfuckers, and your stooges, cock-suckers, and your hangers-on so you’ll be all alone

I got infrared specs with little convex mirrors that reflect whose trying to creep up on me from behind
One shot retroflex, vision reflex like Tyrannosuarus Rex there’s no direction to which I’m blind, and
Don’t be mistaken, I know I’m already forsaken, I’m not faking at best or least up I’m Mike Jackson’s true ‘Smooth Criminal’
You won’t know when I break in, I come in like the kraken, you’ll be shaken and when I beast up you’ll lose to my feral animal

You - think you’re invulnerable but my accuracy’s clinical, my talents are formidable and I’ve nothing to lose
Your defences divisible, my methods inimitable, I Go round you invisible, make you shit in your shoes
Your guilt’s undeniable, my means justifiable, the ends are inevitable, so you wont be making the evening news
Your fetishes inexcusable, your offers all refusable, I dance around you like a mad, meth’d aboriginal and pay you your dues

Gonna pay you your dues…

And all your own evil stink fair-weather luck runs out my friend, after tonight…
And you won’t even think to dare ever fuck with me again my friend, after tonight…

After tonight…