Rotten and Paralyzed in a Tropical Paradise

Fuck yall I will never switch never change Take the gold take the cash throw it in the flames Looking deranged walking round with a blood stain Give me the keys to the Range or the Mustang Drive that mother fucker off a hill and blame it all on the pain pills No devil, no God, but the same feel Red dot with the mod and the frame filled $uicide is the name of the free willed (You know I got them) Bitches by dozen from rapping with cousin They say that we buzzing but I don't hear nothing But sheep that sleep laying on the concrete Constantly suffering But, God, do I love it So fuck it, I'll climb up just so I can plummet Ashes to ashes from something to nothing Give me the casket I'm kicking the bucket In my hand I got a pair of die They told me roll a seven Bear in mind I want a six I recognize that heaven's mythological And so the pair of die I swallowed whole And now I got abdominal tears in spite of theological paradigms Rotten and paralyzed in a tropical paradise I'm about to go Fahrenheit Bitch I'm popping a terrabyte All these parasites a problem in my logical pair of eyes Politics opposite of innocuous Verified in the hospital bed My chronic is sterilized Televise the terrifying chronicle of enterprise Possibly is scared of heights But the obstacle there in lies the prodigal errant fight