Hate Quilt

Intro:

- And when we land, you will be taken to the master
- What master?
- The Master of the Moon, our great leader whose intelligence planned and directed this whole project. Please relax, enjoy your mount of privilege! A free trip to the Moon!
Some of us came to earn (?) to rights, we come in dear the brains of your most intelligent scientists

Verse:

Oh! This blood comin' from the car door, that’s why I don't pop-lock
But I'm still layin’ down cardboard
Dumpsites under hard frost
I guess God's been sittin' upstairs watchin' this, with his arms crossed
I cut a helpin' hand and a arm off
Rapper body count numbers, lookin' like credit card fraud
My legacy rot in a sand
This a Greek tragedy, I'm like Atreus by the river washin' his hands
Kids lookin’ up (yeah), decapitated heads
Facin’ the sun, shit's lookin’ up, drip cookin' up
More than hate, the kid couldn't love (Uh?)
At 6, misunderstood, stick pushin' bugs
Off the strip cookin’ up, sit lookin' dunced
Dip kush in blood, mad at the game, piss should've won (Fuck)
Spit good and dumb, crushin' a baby bird with a cinder block Brought out of the brick pushin' from
Gun shop the plug holdin' the key, Benjamin Franklin (Huh?)
Government, rollin' out federal sanction
Millennial bodies from Fentanyl banquets
Town's under Ethanol blankets, tracked with medical anklets
Salute Long Island, Westchester, Upstate
Cut brake, chopped and bind the sound like duct tape
At 18, acid left me curb stomped to die
July playland trips, shoulder guy awry (Get it?)
This new merch make these kids Perc poppin'
Die in a live shirt knot, for my birth Earth's gotta fry
Vape my brains out, long linen look like rotted onion layers
In my bag to the point it look like I got a luncheon later (Hahaha)
Catch air like a bunch of prayers
Some stun gun sprayers get hit with a 1 ton laser
That burn right through them then hit someone later