6 Headed Goat at the Summit (Six Headed God at the Summit)

Intro:

The structure of law and order has collapsed

Verse:

I'm one gas giant with 30 moon clips, you can't shun me (Nah)
You don't want none of this God, I'm Jesus sunbeams
Garage scummy, the new Grunge scene
Gotta mean gummies, the tree ranks like Cudi
You steal my ideas, I'mma just get better (Word)
I burn through more like bows than a mat bender
Plastic on my furniture like a bedwetter
You inside, I'll be outside with the creeps like Fred Dekkеr
Nasty as a $2 snatch, my Sabbath for head
Splatter Rorschach pattern еffect, on Alice's dress
King puncher, pen and fist tangled in jaw tissue
Off rap I'mma throw a blind punch so hard I fought with you (Hahaha)
I'll have my axe spit shovel, saw sickle
Jak smokin' a giant green stork pistols among piss pools
Vinegar morse and sauce spiddle
High eye squintin' like Peter Fork from off the morse spricels (Word)
It's for lost souls and wrist rap
It's not Horrorcore trap but this that
It's bad acid trip rap (Word)
I don't have a rap name, that shit's wack
They call me Pentathol Trick Dad
They only cop shit witcho tongue dipped back
Furniture float, run in the house (What?)
I'm not dumbin' shit down (nah), jump me
I'll spit my own blood in one of your mouths

Outro:

Oh he is, a sort of wiz, right in the middle of his, and, he's got a chair that he rolls around in, with his throne on it, his space platform, his flying saucer, a little big wheel on the black grace and the little one runs by the faith of God