[Verse 1]

Sacrilegious, refusing to give a shit

But the pastor just offered me a couple ritalins and minute maid

Bitch's eyes wandering farther than where my father is

Causing me to grip the katana and let division play

Containing me is similar to my depression

The more that I try to hide it, the more that it runs rampant

Thats the reason why i'm writing shit 24/7

About spreading cerebellums while mimicing what is said in this

You might be wondering why i'm not selling records

Cause not everything's about all the checks

I'm sitting desolate spending my seconds telling companions bout My intelligence

While crying in a cell of my mental essence in elegance, bitch

[Verse 2]

Grape swishers and acres of lean residue

Switchblades and vigorous incisions to reticles

I told him bout the spectacle known as my victim's ventricles

So when I severed him, it was so that he'd get a better view

Heaven's hell to a nigga like me

How can I relieve myself if I cannot leave people deceased?

Nicotine and ether lost inside the breath in the cathedral

I'm forever just a teen who releases to please fiends and shit

I was never participating in barking

If the opposition's spotted, theyre put down, thats obvious

Concocting rotten sloppy shit for popping lobbyists

Thats guaranteed to give you first spot upon the naughty list

Posted up with lucifer, ruling with my malevolence

I'm staring for that serotonin, bearing a machete with

Fentanyl connected to the end of the metal tip

Preparing just to end a bitch's life with a deadly kiss

Redhanded while fucking the game presently

With leftover evidence present upon my freshest tee

Negligent of whoever has the testes of testing me

I leave them in the dirt and stomp them out, let them test defeat

You know its me like an ex whenever theyre texting you

Or when you see my body next to you under a crescent moon, look

[Verse 3]

Posted up with porcelain kettles to crash a fortress with

Some whores and her corporate posted with Jim Morrison

The doors hold splatters of an older bitch's porridge

After slipping on the forest of organization's organisms

Call me crazy, but i'm bout to make a porn of this

And title it "a 3 minute horror movie with shorter bitches"

Know the mission is not to blow the proportion

But to make all of these hoes kiss my dick and let them hold the Kids in

Catch me vandalizing morgues

While proposing the notion for all you niggas to grow relations With ropes

Or focus on your controller, don't worry about my own

Before your socials are flooded with r.i.p.'s and condolences

Hope you niggas get folded enough to grow

Or blow out your fucking brains after failing to even blow

Just know, once your flow of publicity's turning old

You'll catch me lurking with hatchets instructed to take your soul

[Outro]

Your face cold expressionless waiting to go below

With tears under your cheek like a yung bruh emoticon