Bazoo

Intro:

Like, you had to really be strong, like your name, your buzz, your-your talent, all your shit you-your whole package, you had to be some shit! From niggas to be runnin' around, spittin' word of mouth about your name, like?, you know I'm sayin'?

Yeah, death of Summer, yeah, yo, the ghost, yo

Verse:

Wait for dawn, rape the stage, steal a H bong
Styrofoam and gasoline make napalm (Oh)
I punch a full moon to crescent
I'm flippin' images like a spoon's reflection
Fans responsible for arson and cat murders
I'll drive a dump truck to suns into a circle of Flat Earthers
Yeah, no albums push back further
I'm just tryna push out projects like crack sеrvers
I put the Barney in thе 7-Up (Huh?)
This tear I'm on is like BTK second run (Uh)
Breath control like eleven, Tibetan monks
Hindu God, more arms than a weapon plug
I'm not tryna eat a rapper's food (nah), I'll lace the meal
First time I smoked DMT, I knew space was real (Wow)
It's near edge, chop off in souvenir heads
I had a victim write this for me at near death
I'm too prolific
Ballistics will be carved in blue barrels
Out of the apartment like beer kegs
Sniper for wax, sittin' in a maze of record crates
Like DJ Shadow and Scratch (Peace)
For attack for nine paces back
Circumcise an act
I'm Hucklepuck goin' into the trunk for the axe

Outro:

The purpose of this meeting today is to hear for the first time, the actual voice of a monster, strange as it may seem, the machine stands before us, on the stage, if you use thing it will be something like a bad dream or a science fiction story, two speakers are on, by the side of it. The recordings themselves could not be brought in, they, uh, they look like oversized tape reels, a fictition is now placing one on the machine, it signals, for silence