Boy I'm a master of the black arts
Hate hides in my black heart
Love dwells in my outer shell
But I'll dump shells wit the car Parked
Fuck a drive bye I'm a j cat
Walk up an jus spray that
Then I walk back put the car in drive
I'm headed right where you stay at
An i'm dump'n slugs
Like I been eat'n escargot
Jam'n yer nubs in a wood chipper
I live my life like it's fargo
An i'm far gone
Hit play on the disc it's a car bomb
Ain't pick'n the kids up from school Today
The driveway and half of the yards Gone
This that leg leg arm head
On top of the house
In front of the shed
They die for the cause
Look'n like hiram abif
Just like Lazarus rose from the dead I'm off'a my meds
I live in a fantasy land
This that amittyville
I'm Yosemite sam
How You tell me to chill with these Guns in my hands
I been go'n through something
They don't understand
In my mental
Everything's all instrumentals
The keys drool and the bass drops But I cannot keep up with the tempo On my mana my body my temple
Why I treat the shit like a rental
I guess I'm a fucked up messiah
They mad
Cuz I ain't the one that they sent for
First thing I givem all nicknames
Then I just slap'em like rick james
They don't hop when I tellem to hop They get popped
Lil bitch this is squid games
Put the match to the gas an I spit flames
I'm on that ass if I take aim
Sv the click like a switch blade
You press that button you get flayed
I'm an incredible speaker
You just an edible tweaker
I bite the head off the neck
I'm digesting the flesh this is audible Ether
I swear to god I'm a keeper
She jus wanna leave it to beaver
Remember that shit that you said When this gun to my head
When I'm meeting the reaper
You must been smoke'n the reefer
I am the chosen believer
I'm like a substitute teacher
I'll put yo kid in a sleeper
Before I fuck wit any of y'all
I'll put my dick in a blender
I tried to send them a bomb in the Mail
But they just returned it to sender
Boy I spit like a Molotov
This shit right here's the secret sauce
This is what happens
When styrofoam
And gasoline dissolve
Bet I be spit'n that napalm
I'm basically take'n your face off
We loaded and ready for take off
One hundred an ten with the breaks Gone