FDR Village (Yeah)

Yo (J23 too)

Right off the choppin' block, the fad on the knife (Yeah)

Bubble hash on some ice, while I yak on the white (Uegh)

I spit a bio-alien, vile idiums

You see my shit, sound the same as chorus style, idiot

Cutthroat, Château be spillin' like poured wine

A Cheshire Cat grin on a cat, like Borg 9 (Hahaha)

Lake Casse creep bong hits off the shoreline

I Snorlax the off-white Gomorrah salt lines

No loadin' Glocks in (nah), the hash oil blaze cult the pot

Pyrex beepers in the lab glowin' odd

The rap style pricey, the clothin' not

Open shop, I dig up in the crates, like loaded docks (Pshh)

Fossils in a septic

It's senseless like iodine straws before lethal injection

The pen hit, heads like DXM sips

Infertily, I shoot up a rap event then start a cypher at the murder scene

Yo, let's be Philistines, tilt a beam (Word)

Everybody cry me a blood river to fill a sea

The track crooked, flow piffiter

Load syringes up, pole ligatures

Bodies posed in snow signature

Audio in sound site

Music for cannibalism and sound bytes

I bent shadows around light

Feather fire, lead in the gloves make me a heavyweight

Step in the ring with the Terry King

Pentathol and a berry ate

You have it slow, you have it, (you have it slow), you don't sound like it, you don't sound, you just rap, you just rap? Yeah, you just rap? That's what you do? This the rapper