Released on April 24, 2021

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[Jaygo]

I'm sipping magic potion, feeling like I'm floating

Shit be hocus pocus like it's magic

Like I pulled a bad bitch out this hat trick

You can't hack it

I be magic with the mic

Like I made your mama's life

Wanna see a trick? Alright

I'll turn your days into nights

Abra Kadabra and then I'm ending your life

Shit, that trick was sick I had to do it twice

At my show tonight

They will see

They will laugh and they will scream

This ain't just make-believe

No, not to me

This will end tragically

For you and for me, magically

They will see what I perceive, a world full of mystery

Mystery? I meant misery

Full of pain, flooding thoughts inside your brain day to day driving you insane

Nothing left to say

Might as well just come my way and take my hand and join this place

A change of pace, you run away, run in placе

No escape from your fate, today's thе day I'm taking your face

I'm taking your soul, you're gonna die today

It's magic all up in this place so Z please take it away haHA


[Z the Stranger]

I’ll put Mckamey through his own attraction

I’ll send these rounds out the shottie

And make Onision start rolling backwards

I do it in a fashion that is imagined as unabashedly

Casually show them the afterlife

Hold your reactions, please

Putting on the dress, they all go batshit

Like I’m not bopping a bitch in the face

If they try to come at me to set me straight

Give a fuck about difference in tastes

Spitting facts like I refluxed a page of wikipedia

You live with your mind lost in the media

Watch the thing go brap like it’s something delectable

Exquisite, isn’t it?

The way they shill for the billionaires who want to see them killed?

Well I’ll deliver

My guillotine has the word “Bezos” in the middle

And all of you born sinners can turn into corpses if you test

Praying to God that it’s all a jest

I see no gun hidden under your vest

Go ‘head try to run, better watch where you step

I hear crunching leaves, you’re so easy to catch

I’ll put the knife on you, it’s intimate metal

1000° I can make this go viral

Your life has no purpose, just repeats the cycle

I am revolution, you insolent pest