[Verse 1: RAYGUN]

I keep it '91

Like telephone tag with landlines

I'll make your whole fam hopscotch on a land mine

Psychiatrists dude, think I'm oh so sick

You couldn't crush my fucking hope with a two ton brick

And fuck Buddha, I'm blowing mucus

And you could be my Judas, cross me

Justified to a T

Leave me a cross feed

I'm awfully sorry for the things I say

So grab your daddy's 38 and straight

Blow me away

I got a mac in it

Vernacular, what's crackalackin'?

Crack your back into an acid aftermath

That ain't as spectacular as me

I know I got an ego like the Romans

And you emo like you Holden

And I'm lethal like I'm holding

Oh Lord, God bless my style

And you're fin to get laid on Cheshire Cat smile

I'm rearranging the tiles

My mosaic is wild

So versatile that I lose sight of myself for a while

RAYGUN