[verse]

I'ma make a party

Ain’t going Carti

Lil Xan gonna get a Little Ban

Man sounds like a dropped pan

Slop, dropped on sand

The way I eat half of this industry

Thee shall be eaten, free

I don't disagree, but these three

Russia, US and Haiti

Haiti's the light snack

Russia’s the bite rack

US is the bite back

Attack, comeback

Play blackjack

Punch made, Hunch stayed

Lunch, blade

Homestuck? I'm stuck in my home

Game changed, Same sands, same raise

Fun for me, Humpity Dumpity

Fat like a Chumpity

Chompity, Hippity Hobbity

Playin' like property

Payin' no sovereign fees

Sayin' no poverty

Sprayin' is no bother, see?

Nothing says I'm a god, Not the F-E-Es paid to the government

Or the FCC- Wait, is that the government?

Or gacha life, FPE, bendy and Omori

Oh wait, Murphy, Omurphy and Oh, morphine?

Abort this, abort these, I'm ’bout to go Wood, not platinum!

Not tangentless, or Los Angeles!

[Chorus]

Seein’ through the glass

Seein' through a bloodied gash

Seein’ through this sudden pass

Seein' through this bullet

The trigger, I'm about to pull it

[verse 2]

Choppin' isn’t droppin'

Boppin' isn't poppin'

Hopin' to be rollin' down deep

All surrounds around town, me

Won't you see?

Potent, like Weed

Floatin' like indeed, guaranteed

Boutta freestyle with the way I write

Call it a few miles, with the length I write

Call it a few aisles, a few piles with the amount I write

Lil, Lil on a few pills

Catch an uzi, and a few bills

Call it carpenter, with the way I hate drill

[Chorus]

Seein' through the glass

Seein' through a bloodied gash

Seein' through this sudden pass

Seein' through this bullet

The trigger, I'm about to pull it

[verse 3]

Boil you alive, don't comeback in '03

Call this knife, this gun, this persona OP?

Gonna give you a blood eagle

Ain't nothing but cold, and evil

Peasants, like we're Medieval

Nothing will be peaceful, equal

Sound like oblivion

Bound to the billions

Why make fun of a child?

You're in your early thirties

It's maniacal, with your piles of child- Memorabilia

Look like a dollar tree Wiz Khalifa

Look like your wife's name would be Miss Pizza

Amnesia. Sieze ya' cash., Caesar Cypher

Ain't much brighter, but I'm a writer

Explode by a lighter

Living in the puns, right?

Hating all the sunlight

Like a vampire

Like an empire

Like a state, a park, a skate

And a building

And there goes the window sill, something is gonna be funny, punny and full of money

Oh wait, is that me? No wait, it's Deez

Drake's girlfriend is a Nine, but about to be ten

Gas stations, Buy Two, Ten by Ten

Write with my pen

Bite with a drink roofied with Ambien

Disney, like Bamby and...

Wait, man, I gotta go withstand

Whiplashed all the way to japan

[Chorus]

Seein' through the glass

Seein' through a bloodied gash

Seein' through this sudden pass

Seein' through this bullet

The trigger, I'm about to pull it

[verse 4]

Like a barber givin' a mullet

It's like you can't even control it

I'm about to vomit

Get your ancient clothes out, Amish

Boutta get in a crash, get in a cast

Better run back, I'm boutta go fast, past

HIde behind a mask

What a blast, better pass back

What a comeback

Grab my flag

Ain't mean to brag

Boutta leave this track

Cheating, like a quarterback

Talkin' like tom

Bombing comicon

Call me sadam

Boutta go with a buh-buh

Lemme end the drama

Kill the heart, and the choppin'

Bendin' the bar, goin' real far

Slowin' no hard, Goin', playing my cards

Playin' afar, Jaw's about to be ajar

Just like where your head's located, apart from your eyes- speaking

You're in crisis, your isis, and where your eyes is

That face of horror, disgust is priceless

Now, you're mindless, get hit by a bus

Might not be joggin', and

Not mind bogglin', But I'm already in your house

Goin' about-bout

50 miles an hour

Police chase like I have superpowers

Usain Bolt, like I have one hour to live

Peanut butter, like Jif

Seen it, he muttered, before shot

Blood pours, then he rots

Based on no story, but it ought

To be true in some way

To some time, to some day

Hey, but it's time anyway

For the chorus, You're the tourist, Ay!

[Chorus]

Seein' through the glass

Seein' through a bloodied gash

Seein' through this sudden pass

Seein' through this bullet

The trigger, I'm about to pull it