I'll be on tour and shit you get on stage and you get booed off you throwing jazz at

me but we ain't in no boston gym everyone heavy was out of a hospital hooked up to

oxygen for who the hottest conversation my name get brought up in I'm Woody Harrelson

this industry is zombie land you want to fuck with us you must have had no common sense

I'll kill you then your guts could eat you know I brought the lens the strange music

so the competition non -existent balling up the record labels falling off the grinding

limbs I'm making some money cause picking the stomach cramps I'll never forget it a

couple of summers ago I was cooking and scrubbing pans drink till I get drunk and spend puffing

something with a lovely scent behind the cutlass tent floating in the strange train who jumping

in my brain is full of thoughts that are darker than Sam Haim that span across the

great lakes and vast midwest plains spreading coast to coast like a virus you can't contain

now a global pandemic panic courtesy of spray the biggest independent label prop the champagne

we don't need no head nah homie you can keep the change coming through your speakers receive

us into your blood vein read the truth like Nostradamus's prophecy quatrain snakebat praise

that part of rap since way back since the days of 8 -track and 808s and 8 -dats analog

cassette decks steady grinding what's next starving artists still trapping tech cut me

that advanced shit strange outcast stepchild call me Damien five finger death punch straight

to the cranium flow so sick could be enriched with uranium extraterrestrial lyrics labeled alien

appetite destruction never been no pump shit my voice has given me choices just to spite me I

choose dumb shit joppers all around me I mean lyrical and literal speed it through this microphone

to pull up at your mary's jump out on that dumb shit spitting through this drum clip tearing flesh

ripping hips watch me kill shit cypher without the villain that's appealing but it's silly

know it army without its general and octopi no tentacles not trying to be subliminal nothing

I do is minimal heavy hitter heavy words push a nigga pushing verbs push a button you push my

nerves ten toes in the turf not the last or the first gut a nigga stump the earth gripping metal

I ain't special on the level smack your temple with the barrel not complying I'm a rebel and

I'm fresh about the ghetto puppet master I'm your pedal take a minute you'll get it nigga school

did it yeah Cali baby all right man I'm gonna do this I'm gonna do this I'm kind of nervous

the purpose of having a cypher is so you can sit here why not listen look at me in this position

now I could have just left you sitting there but Nina told me pick them apart you're a victim of

bars okay all right took the double crooked look at the meat punching like they took a ugly stick

okay I don't stay gucci down to the linens I let you trick off she took him a thick off and

grinning you can see him buddy just a figment you want to feel your belly get your pigment gone

try to beat him with the liver and I get belligerent and it's the end of the song and I

get a little bit ahead of myself but I come I'm out and I feel like I'm better than everyone else

I guess I'll be right but ahead of my wealth I'm the coldest thing since the ice cube only thing

missing from this beat back in the day was ice cube yeah I said I'm the best in a minute nigga

what only niggas that can contest in this rest of dick okay whatever diggy