Gimme a Second

[Intro]
Gimme a second to get me a breath
And a pic of this moment to show I'm an omen of death
And I'm blessing the one and the eight and the seven 'til nobody left
See that Grey, the inventor of madness
A bitch in the back of my whip, and it's crashing inside of my cabin
I'm planning attacking a pack of some crack
And I'm planning I go for the bottle instead of my nostril
My genie the devil, he keeping me level
I'm wishing for better, he got me a shovel to bury me under
And I don't give fuck about dying at all

[Verse 1]
I can't live sober, got it over my head
No one can tell me I'm not misnomered
Not looked over, so underrated
So slept on that I woke up with a god damn pillow for a head
Smoking all day, take a pill and then I bed
Riding with Zed, got Water to my left
Odiato 'boutta whip us off a goddamn bridge, I'm gone

[Interlude: Saliva Grey, [?]]
Ayo, lemme call you back, I'm listenin' to this Saliva shit, boy, this shit goin' down!
Bust yo' motherfuckin' head
With a motherfuckin' sledge
I'ma eat yo' fucking soul
With the fork up in my hand

[Verse 2]
I got big hoes, no simp, though
You follow the trail of my weed smoke
And my pistol make 6 holes
Too sick, though, my mental
Don't like me, don't like you
Solo 'til I bloom
I'm no sober, roll over
Froze over my tomb, and I
Ascend to the sky
Soaking up rain 'til the world is on fire
Fuck all this rapping, I'm boutta retire
All of y'all copy shit like an imposter
And I'm on my lava shit, world an apocalypse
So I be cocky and flaming humanity
I don't want nobody, visit my grave or my tomb
And I rot I and I soak into death, wuh

[Verse 3]
Kill it, the villain, the murder, I feel it
And I am the ceiling, I'm high, I'm acidic
I pull up with the motherfucker zed
I pull up and a motherfucker dead
I don't really want no fame, no cash, no sane
I'ma get it and get it and I'ma go Cobain
I'ma zip it and zip it 'cause I done upped my weight
I got everything I want and I'ma cut my vein, yeah, uh
I don't like talking that shit
Walking that bitch like a bark on my wrist
One-eighty-seven, that murderous shit
And I know you ain't heard of us yet, we impeccable
Next to nobody, we puffin' the chemicals
Scraping residual, loving the fear I form
I am the final formation of drooling depression, I turned into grey, uh