Oil in the cogs

Check the fucking machinery

Call me The Mad God

Now Sheogorath’s back

Hold the applause

Thrown on a fucking hazmat

I think I’m getting a cough

I don’t want y’all to have that

Sick

Shit I got a rock hard dick

She a lil bit thick around the hips

I call that bitch Banana then split

Now she got me in a pickle call me Rick

Flik

And I could tell ya bout a bug’s life

A cockroach who don’t know bout sunlight

The cock stroke when my bitch ain’t home

Writing my poems

Spitting into a hundred dollar microphone

I always liked it better alone

And now I’m flowing like a veteran

Sippin’ sentimental beverages

Glowing like I’m heaven

Level-headed-devil effortless

I’m pedaling to pedestals pinnacles

Medical bills dental and mental health still critical

Chill

I’m a cynical individual

Filled like the reticle

Thrills coming

With a com-com-compendium of sillies

And dilly dallying shit that I don’t really wanna get into (Get into)

And now we’re going to the interlude

Class clown

Laughing now

Spazzing out the ass frown

Passed out with a mask on

Shaft getting massacred fast

All spat on

Gaston

Belle of the ball

Cholesterol’s too tall

It’s a whole lot of eggs

Too many noodles and bread

And heady shit that’s getting the paper shredded

Made of lettuce

Annoying ass voice pitched Fred motherfucker

With lead feet

Iron boots

Too fucking complicated

Water temple

Buy a noose

Tie a loop

Pop a pimple

Spot the ripple

Not the simplest shit that I could do

What’s going on Youtube

Smash that like button

Fuck that like button

I wanna see y’all crash my WiFi

Bashing my fucking like button

Annihilate the like button

Fuck happened to my life button

I don’t even know how to fucking rhyme shit

Or how to fucking die

Without telling a fucking lie

I’m times worst nightmare

I’m trite’s last wife

I’m spite’s last white hair

Try me motherfucker

I’m LIVE

My air

And I’m breathing

So I’m their

Oil in the cogs

Check the fucking machinery

Call me The Mad God

Now Sheogorath’s back

Hold the applause

Thrown on a fucking hazmat

I think I’m getting a cough

I don’t want y’all to have that

Sick

Shit I got a rock hard dick

She a lil bit thick around the hips

I call that bitch Banana then split

Now she got me in a pickle call me Rick

Flik

And I could tell ya bout a bug’s life