Intro-Tikka Masala

Authorities remain silent about the numbers and

Details of the situation, continuing the media blackout

From here we can only guess at the

Seriousness of the spread of the disease

Our sources number the dead as low as 10, as high as 50

It's like a warzone out here

And we can only imagine the fear and frustration of

The citizens of this once very quiet, rural town

Invasion

Yo, Green, let's launch this motherfucker

Chicken tikka masala, Baryani lamb

Glass of water and garlic naan

Indian restaurant ambiance

Cacophony of conversations

Utensils scraping, musicians play sitar by hand

Marketing plans to top your brand

I'm 'bout to supplant fucking all the brands

De facto artists synonymous with bars of garbage

Dumb atomic psalms ad nauseum

Sounding like an auction blocker

The dude that does the terms and conditions parts

I'll audio ask, expect me like Jesus

I'm all in that ass

Slow down but they saying that shit is dumb weak

As incoherent as a Trump speech

Or a Barron's alleviate drunk tweet

I sacrifice my livelihood to succeed

Dietary upkeep, ramen cup and lunch meat

I'm tripping how y'all sleeping on a

**** like you're riding in a front seat

The hell you so relaxed for?

I'm 'bout to tap the brakes and slam your face across the dashboard

Crash course, I toured across Europe by myself during my last tour

Outside of Matlock's anyone that say they helped me on my feet

Them **** lying like a Chelsea soccer team

Who the hell is stopping me?

I'm Adonis Creed in the final scene mopping up Drago's seed

While Tessa Thompson watches from across the ring, uh

I gotta eat, the glory comes with the collard greens

Your whole squad looking like food, bunch of Aqua Teens

Nerd **** with glasses, take 'em off

And I'm Cyclops with the optic beams

When I was younger I had the hots for Jean, uh

BLM ain't no friend of police

I been arrested with no credible lead

Better believe they'll kill and get medical leave

I wish Gilligan's Island resided near the Sentinelese

The series would end when they step on the beast, uh

Spotify notify me of your record release

I regret never pressing delete

Thirty-six hundred seconds of indecorous impressions of me

Somebody probably asked themselves what the hell does that mean

Never mind, look, just erase that whole tracklist

Playing Tierra's the only time I'm bumping wack shit

No hits, every one gon' miss

We treat that glorified album filler like Krillin and Destructo Discs