Dying vision, my vision is getting worse

Do some big division dividing up all my scores

Quite vicious, we breach 'em through the shore,

Shootin' rocks out the slingshot, drinkin' like a norse

I been up for 9 suns; whatchu know about it?

Violence; don’t go and fool around it

My push-shove ain’t take much to get ignited

I been flyin' from the seat since day one, fuck a co-pilot

Fuck the way I get up every day in damn cycle

Both my eyes bloodshot tired from the night prior

Teeth grind to a point, type vampire

Am I like they say? They seem to love me must be damn liars

Campfire tales, storybook type what they say

State decaying at this pace but at this pace i’m gettin paid, feel me?

Hot sweat, cold sweat, what’s the diff?

Bit indifferent at the start, part this shit ain’t worth a damn cent

Product of some isolation, take the title of

Break the mirror lookin' at me, if i’m high enough

Introverted to a cripple, but we different bitch

I cut my pinky finger off to flip the middle higher up

Product of some isolation, take the title of

Break the mirror lookin' at me, if i’m high enough

Introverted to a cripple, but we different bitch

I cut my pinky finger off to flip the middle higher up

8 bands, so what? 10 bands, so what?

Fuck the paper mayn, I wanna make my name blow up

That’s the old me, I done seen a load of

Pride, greed, try me though I take you out the photo

Take you out the pic, all them lack the focus

This that prime rib, this that new and total

This that fye shit, shit that blew Chernobyl

That’s what half my scope is, I ain’t at my magnum opus

From the bottom of the grave, jumpin' down and now it’s stuck

Spit the nails into the face & nail the coffin shut shut

Not a speck of my respect for all these chicken cutlets

Pull up to the fist fight with a fuckin musket

Lippin' off is like the quickest way to getcha tongue cut

All my listeners some villains, like the Rowdy Rough Bunch

Throw like 80 different liquids in the fuckin' rum punch

Said I had to much to drink, but dawg I blarey drank much

Even quicker to the touch than I am quicker to the bread

I see through you bud, I ask, “Yo can you get it through ya head?”

All these rappers doing stuff they think’ll help to make 'em trend

While I can spy it from a mile, the widest eye is through my lens

Die slow see the light now, might just be the end

Light show for you type clowns, firework ya' head

Time today to spray the face a shade of red mayn

And I’m usin' sand paper for the wipe down

You bitches pepper, pepper, pepper

These wannabes are all some pepper, pepper, pepper

This weed I breathe is just some pepper, pepper, pepper

I cannot see through all this pepper, pepper, pepper, pepper

You bitches pepper, pepper, pepper

These wannabes are all some pepper, pepper, pepper

The stress in me is just some pepper, pepper, pepper

I cannot see through all this pepper, pepper, pepper, pepper