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