Dead Leave

Intro:

Fuckin' gross, man, yo, shout outs South Africa, fuckin' disgustin', man, yes, shout outs to SA, it's the candid wolf of New York, in the Blue Bus

Verse:

Yo, death ray to the Earth's profile, I burn the face off it
Savior on a scope crosshair, the aim corporate
Trademarkin' great corpses, the zip gassy (Uh)
You faint off it, we build, paint coffins (What?)
We in the plague era
Black star over the floint? bearer
More tracks than arms that each tear up
I'm Hasselhoff wasted on the rose panel
Cult vanel?
Hour from Upstate near old castles
Pipe and old flannel
Stick a fork into Meridians that throw channels, I pole cattle
Fatal Dose Chapel, stove crackle
Oxytown, cold back road, trees lookin' like bone statues
My high fives mean catastrophic disaster
Of the aftermath of a schoolbus drivin' into a nuclear reactor
I do this for the art and fans, not to prove a factor
Black Cadillac coverin' black birds
Every rapper say he godly (Hahaha)
I'll be a shitty doctor, 'cause I don't wanna work with anybody (Ew)
Shoot the messenger and clip the lookout
I'm puttin' books out, who wants smoke?
I'm a walkin', Kingston cookout
Yo, I'm not jackin' props (nah), been jackin' rappin' spots
Since like SWAT raised during brick packin', the rappin' stops
All my moves is art
Not in a gang but bangin' on the universe before the stars move, depart
Pure manure in poor etiquette
Look, a bunch of norms at the bar tryin' to upsnore references
This from SA mud through (yo) US like human traffickers
After dope drops, loyalists usin' catheters