Yo

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Yo, Uh

[Verse 1]

And these rapper don’t know what happened

I turn ‘em inside out and backwards

I’m dropping bodies in the back woods

To clean up you’ll need, more than a vacuum

I'll wait until the evening when the raccoons come

I even leave them with a little bit of feeling

Just enough chemicals balanced to stop all of your screaming

You’ll stop all of your breathing

By the morning sun, I warned you one time

Three billion people want to be each other

I must be one of a kind

I put it in rhyme, I'll put it on signs

I’ll put you in an ocean of past

Doubters drowning who look at me to throw them a line

Yeah, what do you call this?

That was your ten seconds of shine

I see you sitting at my table and drinking all of my wine

I can’t have it

I’m not going back to live like Charlie Bucket with a piece of chocolate and a bowl of cold cabbage, in fact, I’ll do the opposite

I’m positively a match for this rap like the 80’s is to crack

Yeah

But thank god I was born towards the end of that

But even in the 90’s and the double O’s

It’s hard to dodge the traps, and the rats and the snakes

You can’t see it behind your back, every day is a haters birthday

Trying to take my piece of cake, I’m like fuck that

Oh

[Hook]

This world’s so cold

Sub negative on the coast

Yeah, so is my flow

I see one or two try and step, they all have frozen toes

I don’t see ‘em anymore

No, where do they go?

This world’s so cold

Sub negative on the coast

Yeah, so is my flow

I see one or two try and step, they all have frozen toes

Yeah, and I don’t see ‘em anymore

Where do they go?

[Verse 2]

And you’ll probably never know I got icicles on my breath

I be concerned for people's safety at my shows

Two sided monster like Macbeth, I’m royal DC buy my clothes

Gyoza King is where I’ll be after I depleted what’s left of the O

Think I’ve exceeded my limit? If I ever, who knows?

Heh, Now die, I’m high ‘til I find clouds in the sky

I’ll go and eat the moon like it’s a piece of fucking pie

Up here I feel like I’m Galactus ‘cause this world will soon be mine

I fear nothing except knowing the time that I flat line

Confined in silence, wrapped in pine, final assignments

Unpredictable like my climate

‘Til I die, soft rappers’ll get stuck on my jacket lining

Enough of this fucking stuff

Out of luck when ruckus erupts

Have your homies hanging your Chucks

And people chucking their guts

‘Cause I’m sick, grew up on the sticks

On an island where few individuals practice to spit

I tragically is

Yeah, if they don’t care to change it

Yeah, I’ll do me

Rep 254, 604, but soon I'll move to 213

Just so you know I'm a Rolling Stone just like my Pops

Yeah

Give me my props and move along, that's how it go

'Cause I've been locked in this black box

Yeah

Patiently waiting to pop

I shouldn't say blow, yo, that's no homo

I say I take my time when they say that I'm moving slow

You know me, sipping my wine, flicking my lighter

Making my raps tighter

Uh

Yo

[Hook 2]

Where do they go?

This world’s so cold

Sub negative on the coast

Yeah, so is my flow

I see one or two try and step, they all have frozen toes

I don’t see ‘em anymore

No, where do they go?

This world’s so cold

Sub negative on the coast

Yeah, so is my flow

I see one or two try and step, they all have frozen toes

Yeah, and I don’t see ‘em anymore

Where do they go?