[Verse]

Too dizzy, i'm starting to spit and vomit this

Eliminating fathers as retribution to foster kids

Daughters grab scarves as calming methods since honestly

My bars flow inside of a snowball, thats why im chilling

Strictly business when stripping these beats naked

Don't take it inside the anus when bodies is claimed avidly

Your favorite rapper painted in red soon as this tape release

So please take position and station your body onto a seat

Post mortem maniacly forcing 90 percent of my sword into a whore to lick the iron off

Floorboards covered in human remains, effortlеss

My pessimistic energy еnding the fucking continent

Bother him, plunging katanas in your esophagus

And coming out raw like john cena when dropping this

Supply me with the oxys and get em back empty handed

Disbanding entire clansmen, planning murders in spanish

Bam goes the shotty obliterating cabeza

Explaining my schizophrenia to a door: cobain is us

Hanging from a lanyard, dancing with satan

Making up fictitious situations like midgets thats tryna scrape the sun

Done, one time for my r a p

Especially because im bathing beats, checking for suds

Sobriety's an antagonist thats coming with drugs

I pickpocket him and take a swig of liquor and run

[Break]

[Verse 2]

Come through with a norfleet beside me

I'm flying out my pores, stop eyeing at me sideways

Just because my appearance creates migraines

Look forward, keep your eyes straight

Skipping through dimensions

Demented on several levels

Intending to end myself in the past tense so i'm dead this month

Step inside her mansion, erect, edging until i'm done

Planning to make cerberus jealous from all the head I won

Zero weapons when catching you hopping fences

I teleport like a dead bitch shifting into the heaven realm

Self explanatory how I left

But anyways it ended in you 12 bands shorter and had your neck with slits

Breathe slower than brandon mccartney sleeping

Inside of a grave 6 feet deep swallowing lean and shit

Beaver with the writtens, excalibur with the lyrics

I'm nearing the end, zoning to 93feetofsmoke

See me spiraling into a great depression

Regretting seeing my bathroom mirror ahead my corridor

Shawty said "choking is for them sluts", I guess i'm one

Cluttered camera roll of my body off of the floor, i'm bored