Jacket lining like a tool kit
I pull grip in sun temples
I'm Demagro from the pulpit
Zoo station kid
Pull switch blade stick you like bull ribs
You already know I'm on that retarded bullshit
Fully grown in kindergarten, hair parted
My flow's in the helmet with a drool bib
Rap lines I can spool spit
I don't care what hood is
I'll use every last bullet
Your face can get the soot from the bottom of the full clip
Cop my box set, fund my trunk
Garbage bags, Clorox and mop heads
Pull out the ox lead
I splatter eyeballs like dropped eggs
Glock's lead, no tops
They're meant to pop heads off cop necks
The mach wedged, off lock
I pop off canoe out ox head
My verse a threat like circle pit with an infant under the mosh stomped dead
I drive black caddys with red velvet coffin lining inside
Stomped dead
I'm like a horder, stuck in my house armed, just waiting to die
Stomped dead
I've got a girl in my house, two weeks old, covered in flies
Stomped dead
I just overdosed and came back, I came back to life
My hoodie smells like kush and Rain Don Triple too off the moon's crust
Gooned up, in cyphers I'm Scrooge (Fuck you)
Bacteria chewed most of my brain food, I'm screwed up
My head's missing marbles, screws and loose lugs
I'm the illest, who's what
Still deep in the cut like shank wounds with spoon rust
I'm burnt dude, I eat trees like a Junebug
Fuck crack lids, I sell psychoactives off the blue bus
Wrist wrapped in rave bracelets handing out cactus and shrooms plucked
Medical Buddha
Chemical shell, the wet will melt through bud
I'm catching Jesse Helm's dementia off two puffs
Flowing juiced, holding breath control between glue huffs
One night I pulled two stunts
VW Bug trunk, stuff in the front like fupa
Innocent faces choked to fuchsia