[Hook]
Ey, shut it for a minute cuz you talk a lot
Of trash, lah, think we prolly need a larger garbage truck
Hard as fuck, darkest street magic see the bummy act
I'll pull the bunny from Donny Darko out a funny hat
Aiming high so the sky is my target audience
I shoot for the stars and wait for all of them to fall on my head
Get another band-aid and go back to sleep
(Go back to sleep, sleep...)
[Verse 1]
One day, I'm gonna have more followers than Jesus
On Twitter... Am I bitter? Go figure
Swear to god, on a stack of bibles
After I've piled them high enough that he can hear the fact I'm spiteful
Just a wack disciple, like Judas
Of rappers who came before me, don't ask me why the fuck I do this
Or what my mood is
Cut my two wrists with a butterfly knife and bleed rainbows, confusing
Sunshine, happy music till the evening come
Know that Sin is fucking nuts like making squirrels eat my cum
If you rappers have them night lights, then keep 'em on
Demon spawn, speaking raw as beef on a vegan's lawn
Black heart on the sleeve of my grim reaper cloth
Evil schemes of leaving secret needles on the seat of god
Wordplay, I'm the king of it
Try to step to me and stumble on your own loose shoestring budget
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Jotting hot bars with a phoenix feather quill pen
A lot of weight on my mind to piece together, 'til then
I speak the ill and kill them
Show up at your building and kick the door down like the meanest-ever milkman
Devil's pilgrim on the primrose path to hell
Smoke with fallen angels, brim stoned with Castiel
Grim bone and casket smell
Death dealer, fund raising blood money into red-greenish stacks of wealth
Sin is dropping yawns, menacing and off-the-wall
Like emcee's heads when your ma is visiting and wants to talk
I've come too far to go back
Hella nice fella like excuse me ma'am and pardon my swag
Uh, got a thorn in my side and a shard in my back
In constant pain but I just want some bars in this track
I think I'm starting to snap, crazy mundane
Making dark beats, I'm Garfield and every day's a Monday
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Rocking blood red and coffin black
Trains of thought get picked up quick flipped and thrown off their tracks
Colossal raps
When this album drops it'll cause the apocalypse, you'll have to count its fucking cost in caps
A word of caution, if you come to my set
The only way you'll sleep over me's if I'm under your bed
Beats from the heart, producing put the mic to my chest
And challenge Freddy Krueger to a pillow fight to the death
Lah, possess a dirty mouth from tons of cuss words
I thought I'd come clean like sluts who wash first
Now watch the brush work
Uh, murder, bust verses, must turn it up, cuts drawing blood spurts
Pied piper take these rugrats to school again
You need some tutoring ruler slap you if you don't move the pen
Hooligan, studio actually just a room to vent
Life gives you lemons build a shed and make some lubricant
