Freight

Intro:

One little ghost laid side by side by another soul
Another free ghost laid side by side by another soul
One little bird laid dead next to another little soul

Verse I:

Yo, vision on point, razor to eye
Tinker tape paper sublime, I cook this plate on the fly
Dabbin' like I had a stain on my tie
God must be makin' some wine, 'cause Purple Rain from my sky (Ahh)
Head cut off then I put makeup on it (Uhhhm)
I truly hear whispers but take stuff for it
It's track death
I'll lodge a axe head, in your facе and stare back dead
Year 1300 past tеnse, I was worshipped by Aztecs
They built me statues made of wax res'
I dunno how to cook for crackheads, I trapped acid
The new Owsley, zowie (zowie), smokin' sour weed
Half my fans, listen to House beats
Backstage lookin' like outreach
On White Sands but not in South Beach
Cauterize your ears so it sounds heep

Interlude:

Ravaging collectors of the North Side, had an unpleasant surprise this morning, when one of the containers they were collecting, proved to be holding the remnants of a local woman who apparently had been mutilated and dismembered with a power saw, at least according to first reports from the coroner's office

Verse II:

Uh, yo, words trail when the pen stroke
Both eyes in trench toes
They still can't phenotype my MO
Set, go (yeah)
Hang off a cliff then let go
I put spikes in your wig like you Metro
It's intense like outdoor Pentacostal masses
Bars to the head split pomegranate
Hang cantaloupes with palm in granite, where motto added (Motto added)
Nasty as a hostel mattress (Ew)
16 bars one cot like I'm detoxed up
Highboard skeez, it's a Time Machine in a Hot Tub
Fiends get a bug when it's dropped like an addict's rig
Toss and rash the city's famished kids
To apes some are rabid chimp
Herb lemon zess like the brush of a salmon skin