Dagon

Yo, Blak Church surfboards, punchin' cords to the pinto
Wait, I think (uh?) this the wrong floor, I'm lookin' at spit dope (Word)
Eyes lit low, lid saggin' like Slick Rick robes
I'm real life creepy white van parked across the street with the bubble window
I'm the ghost of John Winthrop (Wait, what?)
Pollutin' wind blow
Mic stand burnin' like Thai stick smoke
I fly heads like, the stump of the necks, with pads for helis
I do vials then lost it like Shelley (Get it?)
I don't need props, the pig's blood from the deli
Rapper in the trunk, mouth taped soundin' like Kenny
Tripper pattern zip blotter linin' for headbands
About to OD like this next line is 10 grands
I'm deadpan, bring rain like the wet man
Flip students like I was givin' out keg stands
I lick shots like Nikolas Cruz, spit for the bruised
About to pour out liquor and smoke a spliff with the tubes
2018, the Bronx got a serial killer that sits on the news (Hey, damn, man) ((?) remains were found)
Go suck air, who the fuck cares?
Body in the basement like I ran a morgue and lived upstairs
Lesson one, drop dead, lesson done (Word)
Electric flush, and lemon blunts
Drenched, my sweat expunged
I smell like, antibiotics pissed oranges at sedan sun
Moon set in fun, sect of blood
On the hilltop (wow), lookin' at a field, the tents lit up (Woah)
And come back and drop a classic when rent is up (Word, what?)
Yeah, yo, mag lights through shadow agents, dead the regime (Yeah)
I pile the dead in ravines
Ketacid dreams, Claymores on my chest at the scene
To blow away cities like Haliburton weather machines
Don't tell me they're not there, I can see 'em all
I bleed into season broth
Chemically uneven off, deep
I put my ear to victims breathin' soft
I white sheet 'em all like, Sharia law
Still cypher over, J Dilla moog, fuck a million views
Sicilian goon, off the top, I'm illin' too
Sniffin' retarded white boy, they call me Dylann Roof
Brazilian bloom, cut open your lakefront, brilliant view

Outro:

- Oh! Oh! Oh!
- The power of darkness, (?) to sacrifice my (?)