Fire Crown

Intro:

Smell like microwaved babies

Verse:

Yo, ayo, I'm pop lockin' like Terry Crews, in Puff, Puff, Pass
Roll up a crushed dust bag, cut Dutch aves
Howard bored writer, One Punch Man
Spit 'til the sun come up ash, I got stakes for stuck up fans, the blood run hash (Fuck outta here)
Now that the pub run when I say I run up tabs (Wow!)
Harvest moon copper, full frame
Breathing Wolfsbane, I'm Sicily's bull chained
My presence low-key like Alice shrunken
In the palace sunken
Diamond tongue palette studded (Wow)
I'm Syd Barrеtt lucky
Sit up the hill and chew 66 gallon buckets
All firе (fire), water free (Free)
Tripper, known formally Torture Spree (Yeah)
I stalk the beat, been known to shoplift bugs off the street
'Cause I can pass as a corner fiend (Ew)
Behavior max moon cycles, I kill quarterly
They had me comin' out of court, with orderlies
In the white jumpsuits like quarantine (Hey yo, yo, yo, yo, yo)
Yeah, yo, smoke, drop, snort, time travel
Teleport, pimpin' whore (yeah), trap lore
It drip like, cookin' crack on a fork, the strap out the closet like Mork
Wax envelope for the poor, abort (Wow)
Xanies behind boards, you're all the goat
I crown the head of the poor
My fans rob stores to go and get (ayo) more
I'm deplored
Sold Basic, in Asics (Wow)
Any college radio station wouldn't think to play this
I'm the elephant drive in the white Bronco
As a young chap I was a Dutch cap in the corner odd foe
Puffin' wet, cilantro, water Ocampo
Dad stolen pumpin' the locker behind the combo
I was a no-show at the Apollo
Coked up by my apartment door like Roscoe, with the snub-nose