Feet in the Sky

Intro:

Yeah, yeah, hello class, yeah I'm the Zoloft bubbleface, haha, you know, what's wrong, man? In that commercial, I'm not trying to force anybody but um, this is a disease and not a curse, (booo, you suck, bro), folks, this isn't a choice, I am the retarder, the JakProgresso isn't the young man in front of the Wetlands, New York before it closed down with roadkill

Verse:

Ayo, I clipped the entire flock, and all the horders
Peek ya trip, wave surfer
Kill people overseas, put my dreams in psychic murder
I spit at a pussy, like a squirtеr
Dark paint, leakin' off of pump valves
In between, hеart murmurs
Rollin' purple, bumpin' Shmurda (Yeah)
Along with my social worker
Pull up in a blue schoolbus
Everybody at the dancefloor, after you sip cyanide from the fruit punch (Everybody)
All the anarchists at the back o' the crowd move up (Move up)
And buy my album for two bucks, and listen to it
High when you throw in the gusto suit up
I jump in the booth, and puke blood
I'm a son shy blotter fed, junebug
With the juice jock, tiltin', with two cups
Tongue blue, acid pierced with juice does
Precincts, it's Klu Klux
Wig shots I'm givin' crew cuts
Scalp colonists, shoot Trump
The kids spit, like that Teletubby Baby, in a cartoon sun
Walkin' Abortion, I should have grew up
Yeah, mescaline snowcone tongue, lemon jello (Wow)
Drop a single then bounce sketchy like lemon jello (Hahaha)
You're not a real lyricist, these bars deaf, mute and dumb
I won't speak at how I can't see layin' hearin' it (Nah)
In front of the animal hospital, not impressed by bird stretchers
Or raps, return sender or burn sweater
Feelin' the drugs, burn pleasure (Yeah)
My art natural (yeah), most see the art's a learned gesture

Outro:

Yeah, I blew a hole in your face you remember you were in the house, you screamed like a baby, when you encountered that, (?) sick fucks like you 5 feet high and use you for sand bags...