Picture me glossing my face with makeup

A painting with visions of prophets from the lips of the godsend

From the tips of the faucet

I dip the paint hun'

And make my up to Transylvania

Let's keep the pace up, pace up, pace up

Midst of a robbery, I keep the K drawn

Fuck liasions, I'ma shoot this shit

Man, I need my face done

I feel so pretty, obnoxious

So stitched and pregnant

Poppin' pills, quarter bills

Driving drunk off the wheels

And the voices tryna show me

How to meet God in machine

My body is greased, topped up these seams caught on my jeans

Sedatives get repetitive

I won't need all the medicine

Blemishes on the pelvicness

Only leads me ahead of 'em

I'm poised to ask Von Neumann

What's a woman to a beast?

Do computers meet their usefulness

When beauty is belief?

Superhuman evolution

Take a ruler to their peace

While these losers keep it moving

Man, how useless can they be?

I feel the headrush going up my face, yup

I pray to God I'll leave here scorched

With all their blood across the floor (Across the floor)

I won't even say much, the touch of death, huh

Sweet surrender up in flames

Hear them calling on my name (On my name)

Chock-full of the lead punch, dip in the dead, huh

I'm drowned in corpses, all so lossless

Fear for those who come across this (Who come across this)

I won't even say none, My time is vacant

I pray to god for no remorse

I seen my wallet runs its course (It's run its course)

Yeah, (Yeah) yeah, (Yeah) yeah, (Yeah) fuck! (Fuck)

Yeah, (Yeah) yeah (Yeah)

My stronghold is ice-cold

No milk in the carton

Ain't no diamonds in the purse

Ain't no silk in the garden

As these liars leave the earth

Justifying all their worth

I swear to the dearly departed

I'll kill me a sargent

See, what's the use for the vanity while we lose the humanity?

Blood transfusions and grenadine, pocket loose, insanity

Hacket tew, I spew all my machinations imagination

Sort of Marxist fuel

Just with lacerations my affidavit

Something gotta change

The rent is due, 'cept for you

Head needs screws

Swear by these tennis shoes

I'm dead in June

All I need is like fifty grand

'Cause I'm drunk in this stall

With a Johnnie in my silverhand

I feel the headrush, going up my face, yup

I pray to God I'll leave here scorched

With all their blood across the floor (Across the floor)

I won't even say much, the touch of death, huh

Sweet surrender up in flames

Hear the calling on my name (On my name)

Chock-full of the lead punch, dip in the dead, huh

I'm drowned in corpses, all so lossless

Fear for those who come across this (Who come across this)

I won't even say none, My time is vacant

I pray to god for no remorse

I seen my wallet runs its course (It's run its course)