"yo it’s crusifix, i’ll see you later, i’ve got rhymes to kill, i’m a fucking slayer. i’ve got ramps to ride, bodies to hide. bad thoughts in my brain, acne on my skin, bad ideas- hard to keep them in. chillen with the ghost twins, left and right side, they don’t say much, a lot on they mind, they produce the illest beats, cold like deli meats.
crusifix tony, the one and only- “
excerpt from BAD ACNE #2, coming soon to you