Necromancin - Peanut Butter Wolf

Anarchy at its finest, at its finest

Necromancy, just necromancy

The proven point

Stops motion

Make points for the sake of debate

Strike a match off my (?)

Spark up my lake

Of thought-provoking wordplay

Line me up with the greatest on any given day

Panic when asked how it feels to have me

Communicate with the dead populace

I predict tragic events

Vent out my aggression

Never come with deep investments

Rumors about the king spread throughout the peasants

I’m a has been

Because I have been more than him or him

The plant’s too sporadic

I move at a slow pace

Comparin' and rarely sparing critiques

You’re the only civilian within this fleet

Acting like an admiral

Admirable though but animals

Don’t rock like humans, talk like humans

Rhyme like humans, inside this human

I’m traveling through the ruins

My back turned to the city

The snakes and (?) create modern milestones out of hatred

I lived dining at the last banquet

Blasphemy (?)

In a room full of herb smoke

Conversating on how hip-hops like the soaps

Bad actors and corny scripts

That ring in pitch in your ears

Really a frequency

Passing these women on the streets with no decency

I’m tuned in to the 360th degree

I’m tuned into the 360th degree

Cause aggression equals animalism

(?) dribbling for acknowledgement

But I never stop

You’re surrounded by my voice, wire fence

This insanity lies self-evident

I’m just necromancin'