[Bridge]

Things are looking up

But I'm not looking down at them (x4)

[Verse 1]

Sin's an acronym for socially inept and nasty

Sinking daggers in the throats of olden vets and has-beens

Crimson rapper, winter cold, eat cobra heads, arachnids

And drink some beetle juice for evil boosts instead of caffeine

Keep talking all, but I'm deep lost in though

Haunting nightmares? No problem, I'll sleep walk it off

The green goblin, nah, just a freak dropping bombs

Your songs don't ring a bell and if they did it's false alarm

Ought to carpet bomb the rugrats who in for cheese

I can slaughter y'all in your own mousetrappy simple beats

Debris, entropy, mental clinics send for me

Gee, lost my mind, keys and where the shit my temper be

Enemy, you better be legging it like centipedes

Life indeed is a movie, wish I had some better seats

At the cemetery, catching 40 mellow winks

Listen mister, I don't play unless it's for The Yellow King

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[Verse 2]

Midas touch, finger fuck bitches, get money

Fly as fuck, Beelzebub, rip the web sonny

Cyber cops click the blog pictures, head hunting

But they winding up, in the dust Sin had left, funny

Lah, you can't see me, I can't even see myself

No reflection in the mirror, might be that I need some help

In a different league of rhyming, cats can keep their belts

Run the mouth of madness till my psyche has unleashed all hell

Nah, I'm not a hypebeast, don't often rock the Nikes

A white tee or describe the stuff I cop as hyphy

I be high on darkness death and rap dystopia

When I test the waters sharks develop aquaphobia

Heard you rap, what about? Oh, you know, depressive stuff

Confessing love to barbie dolls that Ken is gon' molest and fuck

Some progressive rough sketches of my effing up

The rest is just the fantasy that's in my head as (Ecila)

[Bridge]