Hype Tank

All is dark but one cave lit the cave in, heavy sedated
As a waterlogged body on kingpins
Teenage shit, I've grown since age 6
Makin' my first tapes kiss, I'll meet you out front on a GT
K kid, hit the lick and shoot, pops stole a great fifth
When they lower my casket at least we can now laugh about it
I rap about, that's about it, class is out
Cap'n gown rip, crack a cap and halven down it
Hash, sack and brown mint, hunker down quick
Write like I got molten hands, impulsive man
I'm just another shooter from the Cult of Sam
Witch circles found in sea still holdin' hands
After murders it takes a load of Xans if it doesn't go as planned
Turn deceased, smoke your cremated ashes
Inside of a bong, burn in peace
Half the shit I ever did was my own fault
I was up nights like my parents waitin' for that phone call
Cold thoughts cut, deep through me like a bonesaw
House fire all four, no meals on my own floor
Pen was a cult straw, started gettin' some dull toss for gettin' flows off
That was a long time ago
Got, shit to show for it but memories are crimes alone
Time flies but life is slow
I find it cold, born inside our own but die alone
Weird