Jerry Lewis

Chorus x2:

I can't find my way
I'm in my own way

Verse 1:

I got the whole cult behind me (yo), confess the murders kindly
Then I do the Jerry Lewis at the crime scene
Half-wit, swallow guano, bat shit
A bigger loser than Fatlip
Psychoactive, dumped out links to a website, no app slip
I got links to bodies in snow mass in Aspen (Bombaclot)
Fanbase like Metal music
Built Hell and made the Devil rule it
Tripper is president, the shrooms made me it
Eric B ran a '86 hair like Iglesias
I am Jesus, I hatе goats
In the mix on the way low, at a Wayne show
Moustachе in a fake modes?, weight wook?
Sellin' merch off the hood, like McVeigh at Waco
Yeah, I got my soul stuffed in a can
Waitin' for the sun like Morrison holdin' a lamp
I've gone poppers, Elliots, Smith found stiff
With a jealous ex knife stuck in his ribs
Dumb as a bag of stiffs, crack Adam's ribs
Serial killer in battle rap, an adamant

Chorus x4:

Can't find my way
I'm in my own way

Verse 2:

Cross-country trippin', mayor 2O
Dead body shotguns, seatbelt on and made it through tolls
Broken and stayed in two homes
Water dumps, I'm adjacent to Maine but the lake is too froze
Sorry, what was I rappin' about earlier?
I'm up with vultures pickin' on bodies in the morning, I'm an early bird
The axe is mad different in Trumbull
Shaved the beard, grew out stubble
Caught a tail light ticket, but had a trunk full
A month old golden hair Rapunzel's, with the stumps choked
Active again, suspects that didn't match with them then
They couldn't catch me back then
One man, death duo
A Cyberpunk flesh lookin' eye in like Tetsuo
Heads too old, hex you all