Candles

Hello campers how goes
I'm a codeine jello shot with poppy aloe
Uppers on the down-low
I'm my mother's little walking abortion on the couch stoned
I'm Gacy's clown nose
Jak don't look so down, how though?
I looked up to Cobain and Edgar Al Poe
I'm brown dope
I'm a left handed schizophrenic, I'm South Pole
I spit this on a mic awesome then hung in a room
I fellatio Wiccans, my tongue in a brew
Kick shit laced like tongues in a shoe
Tell Keith Thorton I come from the moon
I'm popping shit like dung in a spoon
Old engine running on fumes, I'll make you a fan in one of my rooms
I'm a plane going down smoking on low mileage
Fucking grinding shit
I fortified my nitch by showing up on foot and freestyling
Fuck your head up like a nerve damaged blind hairstylist
I'll start a movement like Zionists
Then hang myself to Classical music with strings ripped off of a violin
On the block I'm throwing fire shit like I was botched rioting
Got locked cuz I'm not trying to run from cops after I pop Vicodin
Couch potato, I even sit firing
I'm about to sell out and go Pop, a hot artist to go virulent
I'm about to sell out and go Pop, a hot artist to go virulent