Angel Duster

A little toast to the no ones with a nod to the masses

To the ones with the riches, from the ones who the rags fit

A little smoke for the gone boys, a little nod to the spirits

We're still here running 'round screaming, they're still here pointing and laughing

Don't walk away when I talk, I'm telling you "turn around, mister."

I got a permanent bop, who the hell do I think I am not?

And I'm twice as hot as about half of hell

I get lighthouse lit up, get down, Diduck

The boy got a barracuda bite, you can tell

Got hope for the living, got prayers for the dead

In the sky, got whiskey and rye for the voices in my head

Got kush for the pain 'cause the world is dangerous

Driven great men insane, anchor themselves with angel dust

Somewhere between love and lust, a nut get bust and a baby get made

It seems that trouble trouble us and follow us like all our days

In every holy book it says we suffer, that's what it is

So riddle me this; from the womb to the tomb, why do we fight to live?

A little toast to the no ones with a nod to the masses

To the ones with the riches, from the ones who the rags fit

A little smoke for the gone boys, a little nod to the spirits

We're still here running 'round screaming, they're still here pointing and laughing

Got hope for the living, got prayers for the dead

In the sky, got whiskey and rye for the voices in my head

Got kush for the pain, the world is dangerous

Driven great men insane, anchor themselves with angel dust

You say you wanna be my leader, I think you wanna be my God

You say you on the side of the righteous (Right) I say I'm gonna hang with the wrong

There's truth where the filth is, there's lies in the law

You want a whore with a white dress, I want a wife in a thong

You love fear and division (Don't you?) I don't fuck with your symbolism

I don't give a fuck about power, I'll pluck an eye out a pyramid

Cut an ear from a mouse hat, go Van Gogh on a house rat

Find another mind to devour, motherfucker I'm really not hearing it

A pope is a fraud, a church is a lie

A queen is the same damn thing, you should pray to your fake god that she die

God really exists? I'll tell you, like this: it reside inside

And anybody tell you different, just selling you religion, tryna keep your ass in line

I kill my masters, I mentor none

That means when I die, that's it, my style is gone; I'm a one of one

One half of the great RTJ

Defeated the odds, went to war with the gods

Earned all our scars and came back straight (RTJ)

A little toast to the no ones with a nod to the masters

To the ones with the riches, from the ones who the rags fit

A little smoke for the gone boys, a little nod to the spirits

We're still here running round screaming, they're still here pointing and laughing

Got hope for the living, got prayers for the dead

In the sky, got whiskey and rye for the voices in my head

Got kush for the pain 'cause the world is dangerous

Driven great men insane, anchor themselves with angel dust

Angel Dust

Angel Dust