[Verse 1]

The Wolf is spitting rabies and his Growl is piercing

He’s Overdosing lately to adjust his hearing

Ladies know that he a Monster so they playing local sponsor

Asking them to “Call Me Baby” fingers on their earring

Hear me, hear me, I’m yelling from the zenith

Cause the fiends are sleeping on this heathen

But my bile rising faster than the steam I’m breathing

Even need a meaning for the meetings I’m attending recent

He’s ravenous, damaged from his abstinence

Can’t follow greed so he draws from pot of avarice

Tryna voice his creed and his claws are hot with jaggedness

Whipping shit delicious with the salt he stole from cabinet

Sticking pretty strictly to his cubicle like Qbert

Soul never fit and that’s exactly why the shoe hurt

If you heard that he falling off, that’s a bit absurd

Never on the cloud at all, too scared of heights to really ball

Player digging trenches on some World War 1 shit

Sitting in the benches on some curl warm-up shit

Hanging on the trees and I’m chewing on the eucalyptus

If I told you I was lying is it truth or am I lifted?

[Verse 2]

I take the elevator down to the trial room

One grizzly situation too hard to bear the fumes

Third time’s the charm so I’m asking for that three-group

But I haven’t had a fling since I was still in High School

I keep my ice cool

By the beach I keep my eyes pooled

You know lambs they make the wolf drool

And other wolves get his fur on end, too

He only parched just to match his hunger

Saliva on the beat proving that with thunder

I think I’m starving cause of 2 of 4 humors

I’ll dissect with my phlegm and blood cruller

The first bile is the yellow one I surely know

All aggression leads to problematic episodes

I’m just tryna funnel fury into fancy feasts

Let my temper take a tempo and support my feats

The other bile is of black, call it melancholy

Dealing with depression pouring it on everybody

So I’m dipping my pen in this black bile

Writing fine fiction to pervade my perfect failure files

[Verse 3]

Sick of this bile, so I’m bout to go vile

See the sticklers getting tickled by the sweat of his brow

How the chickens getting fickle at the threat of the cow

Pull the hammer of the rhapsodist and knock it like “blaow”

We getting crowded by downloads, frowning cause the cloud slow

How low will nouns go, sentenced to the clown show

Red nose product of the cold cut ounce stone

Protect your neck and the load the deck with ten of your best, forget the

Checks and fuck your ex and throw the pills in the grim crypt

Cause this shit bangs the whip harder than a sixth fifth

For me to grovel on a center flowing throbbing I’m

Intoxicated swimming to the brim with thin lips

So kiss the twisted fist and let the man grow

Lifting quickly to the Starry Night like Van Gogh

Spitting so vivid the paintings in gold, spilling the bile all over the mold

Capital rising and so he devising that rappers are thin so he cutting them cold