You make me nauseous subconsciously

Toxic oddity probably

Philosophically bother me

Kill 'em all when they stop the beat

Like the fall of Hierapolise

Time to face the dichotomy

Of your putrid anatomy

Please don't even be mad at me

Fuck it, I'm twisted, so offensive

Watch my rims spin from the prison

Mind your business pussy bitches

Or I'll put my dick in your britches

Never fuck with lame-ass snitches

Cut 'em up they left in stitches

End them hoes with the quickness

Bodies turning up in ditches

I fucking hate you

Wanna break you

Castrate you

Eliminate you

Desicrate your body as a hobby

Placate your sloppy-toppy

You're just a carbon copy

Of my rotting shotty

Full spread head blown

Welcome to the dead zone

Like you're wearing headphones

I'm a god upon the throne

Throw another fucking stone

Catch me on an empty road

Double barrel, mind blown

You're just another orange cone

I'm the type to sell money, still flip a profit

Said I'd do it and I did it, I must be a prophet

Ghost out the tomb, levitate from coffins

Rose from the dirt and I started walkin'

What I'm cookin' in the booth, deadly concoctions

Shut ya mouth, listen up when when the king is talkin'

Or I might reverse pickpocket a live grenade onto you

Said you'd blow up, now let's watch it

You the type, can't do it, you just knock it

Pull out a pistol, forget how to cock it

Brief hesitation then I get to choppin'

Scythe cut you up like katana through margarine

I can't believe it's not butter

You don't know about Shade, go and ask your mother

Sure you got the gist when she bit her lip, eyelashes fluttered

Monster under your bed while you hide under covers

Ain't even human, I'm just undercover

Skeleton, flesh suit

Witch in the booth

Barricade, I charge on through

Mr. X from RE2

Got infinite styles, all better than you

Every time I step in the booth

My demons are wooed

I fucking hate you

Wanna break you

Castrate you

Eliminate you

Desicrate your body as a hobby

Placate your sloppy-toppy

You're just a carbon copy

Of my rotting shotty

Full spread head blown

Welcome to the dead zone

Like you're wearing headphones

I'm a god upon the throne

Throw another fucking stone

Catch me on an empty road

Double barrel, mind blown

You're just another orange cone

Hey, yeah, hey

Bitch, I came back with my blade

I lost myself again (lost again)

When I got up every night I tried to not forget (not forget)

Took a while for me to take a breath and burn the flames (burn the flames)

Calmed the chaos in my mind I'm ready to start the tape, bitch (start the tape)

When they wanna me go back

I make attack, go breaking bad

Bake a new track for you my fans

I'm spending so much when in my lab

Waste your life every time you lay and hate another man

Every minute of your life you're getting closer to the hell

I fucking hate you

Wanna break you

Castrate you

Eliminate you

Desicrate your body as a hobby

Placate your sloppy-toppy

You're just a carbon copy

Of my rotting shotty

Full spread head blown

Welcome to the dead zone

Like you're wearing headphones

I'm a god upon the throne

Throw another fucking stone

Catch me on an empty road

Double barrel, mind blown

You're just another orange cone