Why I feel like the past

Is catching up to my ass?

The devil on each shoulder, no halo's on my staff

Your medulla may implode

When I spit this venom in code

When I spit this venomous flow

Mind-bending entity, oh

My soul glowing, it's gold

My heart's dark and it's cold

My art's a part of my soul

I can't help but give y'all the most

Can't help but be **** hope

Can't help but rise through the smoke

Can't help that my dick is big and it's in the back of her throat

Break bread and make toast

Raise glass and blow smoke

Kick ass like Bernie Mac and mack on with these hoes

Flip packs and bust gats and live on through these quotes

Too mentally unstable to be fucking around with them labels

Picture me Yakkity Yak, talking shit at these round tables

Nah, son, never that, less it's millies under the table

I'm saving up every cent, starting our own label

Serpent under the rainbow, the pot of gold ends its toll

Fallen angels, they dangle from clouds of vapor

That zombies don’t recognize borders, and that a zombie invasion in the United States could easily turn into a continent-wide pandemic if it’s not con—

Money pussy and drugs be the antidepressant

In pursuit of presidents, you might have to keep you a Wesson

Aim at heads of presidents, that'll make change in a second

Motherfuck your reverend and all the lies that he telling

They say we not able, strange, but peep through different angles

Speak the truth 'cause what we plant is all seeding for the future

Probably cooler than I thought I was, probably with a fewer

I'm hot, bitch, I ain't Nelly

This ain't MIMS, I'm something deadly

Petty ****, y'all ain't ready

The shit I kick is heavy

A felon, moving steady

Ungrateful bitches get stitches

And buried six feet in ditches

In the clouds, painting pictures

Sometimes I'm feeling enormous

I'm 'bout to jump, I'm feeling nauseous

Close your eyes for repercussions

Tried to use a gunman

But the gun jammed

Maybe if I won, they'd probably get me

Strap a gun and tell 'em

Put one in my lung

Shoot one through my heart

Rip my tongue apart

Never again to speak this art

And I ain't got to sign a motherfucking deal

I could still fuck your girl off a blunt and some chill

Smoking up them hotels, put it on my bill

Sleep 'til next Wednesday, wake up to her grill

That super stinky dank got me high on mushroom hills

In the event of my demise

I'm laughing at you rap guys spitting lies

They're all gonna laugh at you

They're all gonna laugh at you

They're all gonna laugh at you

They're all gonna laugh at you

They're all gonna laugh at you

They're all gonna laugh at you

They're all gonna laugh at you

They're all gonna laugh at you

They're all gonna laugh at you