Hook: (2X)

Holding weight on my shoulders until I’m broke back, Leger

No joke, leaving you stand still, Batman’s back broke, better

Know your role, rock bottom is for competitors

Smackdown hotel, you’re check bounced, so call a creditor

Verse 1:

Spit intricate, you’re steady being narrow headed

My mouth's a barrel and I won’t stop until your marrow’s leaded

A pair of bethren’s writing scriptures with a sparrow feather

And serequil to cast a spell of clever impairing measures

Marrige to the malevolence. I’ll tear or severe

Feral competitors betting against this merit getter

No fair agenda, dismember members with scary tempers

Go hard so placenta forms even through the bare skin pleasures

Repeat Hook

Verse 2:

It’s that time again, Stool’s here to rhyme again

Fluttered eyelids means I switched my vitamins with vicodin

Applying vicegrips to the mindless trying to rise againsts

Relief died when I spoke, inciting riots and crying sirens

Starting fires, blindsiding biters like a silent virus

Violent like Michael Myers driving a fighter pilot

No guidiance, coming for diamonds like a fucking pirate

Patched eye and I still see through you with a cyclop iris

Repeat Hook

Verse 3:

Ventilate these hits until I dry heave and weight lifts

Spit the sickest acidicness and imitate citrus

The trick is to be dilligent and still commit mischeif

And stay lit like a flints quick friction to a stiff stick

Dynamite sticks used as candles to stay intimate

I’m tired of this shit like the man of Michilan

This timid kid, pumpin the pistons with my intuition

Puttin hooks on the track just to teach victims to start fishing

Repeat Hook

Verse 4:

My only zone is comfort, my only home is gutters

My only feul is the mumbling of disgruntled others

You think I’ll fumble? Brother, I am just the punter

Verses are pig blubber and you’ll probably need a taller jumper

Fuck a hustle I just want to plummet all assumptions

To buckets and kick it till I’m at rest with the rubble crumbles

Something busted inside of this punk puppet

The strings got cut, I’m sucker punching all the up and comers