Throw a rope and make a lasso.

Around your bathrooms.

Fucking Vito Sassoon.

I'm a dirty coke mirror in your bathroom.

Dirty old hero tripping off a batch of bad shrooms.

Beat you down like a bad boom.

Leave a couple black eyes like a raccoon Used to inhale drugs like a vacuum Find me in the back room, high half past noon I knew my path, it was headed for mad doom Six grand on a bag of pills was a bad deal

m****r f****r was a bad dude, three mil gone, now all I got is these tattoos

Now I'm back on my grind, I'm too old to fuck in front, I'll attack from behind And I ain't got no time, just to back on my grind, there ain't a minute where it isn't in the back of my mind It's in the knots in my back, every crack of my spine, going crazy now cause I'm back at the back of the line

Fuckin' faculty is whack, I'm immaculate a rat Spittin' accurately, I'm actually a mack I spit plasticine, C4 explosives That means I'm dynamite, I beast out ferocious Separate the ocean, genius like Amadeus Dark poetry, hover above the Himalayas Motherfucker, I'm the best and untouchable

You little fuckers, I'm nuts.

One button I touch, you're all dead.

Rotting at the bottom of the ocean.

Getting caught up in the bullshit.

Unexperienced delivery is dope Now you got crabs and eels, watch them slither through your skull Feel my pain, feel my misery, I'm low

Feel the rain, feel the blizzard and the snow.

I'm a wizard with a lizard made of gold.

Dislocated history and a mystery to my soul.

I'm spitting Listerine from a scroll Thoughts are blistering in my skull I'm a vicious little troll