[Hook]

Ey, shut it for a minute cuz you talk a lot

Of trash, lah, think we prolly need a larger garbage truck

Hard as fuck, darkest street magic see the bummy act

I'll pull the bunny from Donny Darko out a funny hat

Aiming high so the sky is my target audience

I shoot for the stars and wait for all of them to fall on my head

Get another band-aid and go back to sleep

(Go back to sleep, sleep...)

[Verse 1]

One day, I'm gonna have more followers than Jesus

On Twitter... Am I bitter? Go figure

Swear to god, on a stack of bibles

After I've piled them high enough that he can hear the fact I'm spiteful

Just a wack disciple, like Judas

Of rappers who came before me, don't ask me why the fuck I do this

Or what my mood is

Cut my two wrists with a butterfly knife and bleed rainbows, confusing

Sunshine, happy music till the evening come

Know that Sin is fucking nuts like making squirrels eat my cum

If you rappers have them night lights, then keep 'em on

Demon spawn, speaking raw as beef on a vegan's lawn

Black heart on the sleeve of my grim reaper cloth

Evil schemes of leaving secret needles on the seat of god

Wordplay, I'm the king of it

Try to step to me and stumble on your own loose shoestring budget

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

Jotting hot bars with a phoenix feather quill pen

A lot of weight on my mind to piece together, 'til then

I speak the ill and kill them

Show up at your building and kick the door down like the meanest-ever milkman

Devil's pilgrim on the primrose path to hell

Smoke with fallen angels, brim stoned with Castiel

Grim bone and casket smell

Death dealer, fund raising blood money into red-greenish stacks of wealth

Sin is dropping yawns, menacing and off-the-wall

Like emcee's heads when your ma is visiting and wants to talk

I've come too far to go back

Hella nice fella like excuse me ma'am and pardon my swag

Uh, got a thorn in my side and a shard in my back

In constant pain but I just want some bars in this track

I think I'm starting to snap, crazy mundane

Making dark beats, I'm Garfield and every day's a Monday

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

Rocking blood red and coffin black

Trains of thought get picked up quick flipped and thrown off their tracks

Colossal raps

When this album drops it'll cause the apocalypse, you'll have to count its fucking cost in caps

A word of caution, if you come to my set

The only way you'll sleep over me's if I'm under your bed

Beats from the heart, producing put the mic to my chest

And challenge Freddy Krueger to a pillow fight to the death

Lah, possess a dirty mouth from tons of cuss words

I thought I'd come clean like sluts who wash first

Now watch the brush work

Uh, murder, bust verses, must turn it up, cuts drawing blood spurts

Pied piper take these Rugrats to school again

You need some tutoring ruler slap you if you don't move the pen

Hooligan, studio actually just a room to vent

Life gives you lemons build a shed and make some lubricant