Look, it's back

Earwig crooked catch

The book is black

Salt circles, soot and ash

Look at that

Earwig hooded black

Pushin' packs

Ox blood cooked in crack

Yeah, yo

For many moons I been ominous

Rap monolith

Rappers is politicians and hook-nosed congressmen

I scalp white wigs of colonists, my music's rape

It's big oncologists, I concocted this (What?)

Stoned Dizzopolis, I could write a concept track

Every single joint if I wanted it (So what?)

Psychomania cell drew

Sold dope, the scale glue (Woah)

Bad séance, smoke air rooms

I'm in the house like a cursed heirloom, the Coke Werewolf

If you a king, let these bullets hail you (Tshh)

Die every-go, terpentine pettico

The verse crucifixions, the sky burials

Look, it's back

Earwig crooked catch

The book is black

Salt circles, soot and ash

Look at that

Earwig hooded black

Pushin' packs

Ox blood cooked in crack

Yeah, yo, yo, yo

I wipe off faces wearin' blank nets

Drippin' acid on teared off blank checks (Haha)

Wildin' like a juvy when there's no case set

Aerospace threat, black, 'til there's no space left

Moonshine haze from the drip juice

Gorilla Lit Glue, crystal castles and igloos

Born feet first into a piss pool

Go deeper than brick shoes

Sun the Devil with six moons

Watch the law ride, tossed the back out the ride, lost cop

This severed head fellatio off top (Hahaha)

Moss dumped in Clorox with wok blocks

I'm bummed out the kitchen kickin' like Wall Cop

Because we can take experimental registary and insulation, it would be unthinkable I hope

- Who put it in the incubator?

- It put itself in the incubator

- I understand perfectly, doctor, you're working outside of your charter

- Scientific research often takes us into uncharted territory

I've got a motive; it moves, and if it's not one of us, shoot it