Crystal World

[Verse 1]
I've been [?]
Ever since i had a Flexfit and a gel fringe on some stainless metal pendant shit
Still up on that same death to all you lames
Killer coward toss a virgin in the flame
I'ma get you hooked on something that'll make you go insane and have you jookin' like the mayne
The voice inside my head had told me, "Dylan, brainwash 'em with the funky music that you make"
I don't know a girl named Keena but I think I've seen her with your mama checking her foot veins
Flip the fucking streets out with the product I cook
I got 'em hooked up on the message
I'ma stay whippin' up in hell's kitchen
Highly explosive contents under heavy pressure

[Verse 2]
Look deep into my eyes
I gotta get out of this place
Fucking with me isn't wise
Fucking with me is on a different plane of fuddy duddy goof-goof error
I'ma bring the terror, I'ma let it hammer deep down inside your brain 'til it dies
God, I did my best, and so I'm headed out west
It was all good, till I saw that [?] went into cardiac arrest

[Verse 3]
Shoutout to my girl Aileen Wuornos, I be looking like that every day
'Cause a g like R-O-double Z zag buy the brick, by the key, by the weight
Back to the honeycomb hideaway, I'ma stay paid off of death meth
All that fast living gonna catch up to you soon, so if you can now, catch your breath

[Verse 4]
I gotta get some exercise, I gotta get my rocks off, I gotta get up on a new enterprise
Let it eat the walls of my house, eat it up from the inside out
I don't give a fuck, I'ma stay cooking dope, bag it up, push the bitches out
I'ma have you tweaking off the tweesum, jizzm, jizzm, jizzm all the way to prison
Is it strawberry? Is it blueberry? Is it white? You alright? What the business?
Feeling like a fucking fly up on the wall, watchin' of all y'all scratching, itching
Feeling like a god of death, an underground mortician pharmatician murder mission
You gotta mix it up
If you get too deep off in the mix then go to church and hope the Lord above gon' fix you up
Rozzy with the oil burner, burn you with the foil
Turn you into walking dead, straight to the head, you witness your own murder