Funeral Drapes

Intro:

- I do what I want!
- You must leave, this boy's body what you re-followed presence occupies
- Hahahahaha, why should I leave, I like it here!
- I will cast you out
- Oh, how?
- With an exorcism
- You can't do that, you're not authorized
- How do you know?
- Hehe, we know everything!

Travelware, yeah, yeah, shit, huhuhahahahahahahahahahahaha, yeah, standing by the glass cauldron, slumped over, weirdo hunched lookin' like, Willard with the suitcase

Verse:

Yo, travelware pour its shellburn
Brain phased like pourin' Seltzеr
0:12, summertime, poor in sheltеrs (Damn)
A spore a seller
Had to hustle ice on the beach like Jordan Belfort
Bloody palm prints smear happy rhymes
Spell these writtens out and wet, caffeine rinds
Pops woke me up at sunrise, with a buck knife (Wake the fuck up)
Witnessed a deer hung and gutted at 5 (What?)
Blade 5 inches, home life different
Not so Stefford like beyond the white pickets
Flies stickin' to the lids of my eyes
Diggin' stiff, hidden piss
Swattin' bugs, yes I did it (Fuck outta here)
Father, I did it, double life lived
Stand-up comedian after battle rappin' through NY grids
Then comin' outta dust spots, in Highbridge (Uhh)
My cult, semper fi with, knives gripped
Succubi grip, huggin' my back, like a Heimlich
Cut six-five kids down to five-nine
So I can, icepick on someone my own size quick