[Intro]
Chose a house at random, tied up the family at gunpoint
And ordered his followers to go inside and commit ritual slaughter
[Verse 1]
(And try again, ay, ay)
Vincent Gallo, boy, I'm so insane
And I'm ready to fuckin' blow his brain, 'bout my Lois Lane
Bitch, I'm pumped up with Lidocaine
I don't notice pain, don't know what the fuck I'm doing
Why want my vocal chain?
I stay pissed off, y'all fuck my mood up, but I hope it change
Whole team pro in riding dick, boy, y'all the bogus gang (Hell nah)
Touch down in Sunnyvale and learn some Nova Scotia slang
Chase got that shit that you ain't even hear yet, but you know it bang, ay
Bleach ingested, tryna soak a stain
Can't name a prophet, but I sure know Bram Stoker's name
Ain't sell my soul, I just lost it at a poker game
I speak in tongues, hoe my words are hocus pocus strange, ay
Do drugs, they caught Tim Allen with some coke
He picked the tools up, I never said I'm playing fair, I make the rules up
You link up with that girl and go home with some blue nuts, fuckin' loser
[Verse 2]
Ay, fresh up off a brain blast, camouflage, Ethel Cain swag
Hang back, another day, another plane crash, good trash
Eat at the dump and take a rain bath, have you swallow teeth
And beat myself up with the same jab
Resting bitch face, I'm a diva, if that's what you call it
Cool, that's okay if they don't invite me, shit, I love my solitude
I grew up in a nice place, how'd I turn rotten?
I had them boys on ice skates stalking me and plotting
Welcome to my tundra, this is cryogenic caution
Tomahawk, I'm flying through the pain, no flopping
She said, she's never leaving, well there might not be an option
I'm paranoid as ever, what if the feds came knocking?
Ay, lord of flies in disguise, keep they minds hypnotized
We'll lock eyes when they die, ay
Bitch, I land in the skies, ain't no man civilized
We gon' plan ya' demise, ay
(Slaughter)
[Outro]
Come on, man, flex in that thing, man
God damn, man, I miss my car
I drive the wheels off that motherfucker
I drive the wheels off that mother—