- And when we land, you will be taken to the master

- What master?

- The Master of the Moon, our great leader whose intelligence planned and directed this whole project. Please relax, enjoy your mount of privilege! A free trip to the Moon!

Some of us came to earn us in into rights, we come endeared with brains of your most intelligent scientists

Oh!

This blood comin' from the car door, that's why I don't Pop Lock

But I'm still layin' down cardboard

Dumpsites under hard frost

I guess God's been sittin' upstairs watchin' this, with His arms crossed (Hoohoohoohoohoohoo)

I cut a helpin' hand and a arm off

Rapper body count numbers, lookin' like credit card fraud

My legacy rot in a sand

This a Greek tragedy, I'm like Atreus by the river washin' his hands

Kids lookin' up (lookin' up), decapitated heads

Facin' the Sun, shits lookin' up, drip cookin' up (Shh)

Born to hate, the kid couldn't love (Uh?)

At 6, misunderstood, stick pushin' bugs

Off a strip cookin' up, sit lookin' dunced

Dip kush in blood, mad at the game pissed, should've won (Fuck)

Spit good and dumb, crushin' a baby bird with a cinder block

Brought right out of the brick pushin' from

Gun shop the plug holdin' the key, Benjamin Franklin (Huh?)

Government, rollin' out federal sanction

Millennial bodies from Fentanyl banquets

Town's under Ethanol blankets, tracked with medical anklets

Salute Long Island, Westchester, Upstate

Cut break, chopped and bind the sound like duct tape

At 18, acid left me curb stomped to die

July playland trips, sooter guy awry (Get it?)

This new merch make these kids Perc poppin'

Die in a live shirt knot, for my birth Earth's gotta fry

Vape my brains out (uhh), long linin' look like rotted onion layers

In my bag to the point it look like I got a luncheon later (Hahaha)

Catch air like a bunch of prayers

Some stun gun sprayers get hit with a 1 ton laser (Phzoom)

That burn right through them then hit someone later