Little Al Capone

Leave the body alone.
You're not the maître d' and this saint his-
Home digger
Don't lay your damsels
Take a spin in my lot
Take your nameless, two-faced soul, my-
Gold digger
Don't make advances
I'm the X and the O
Two yesterday's in a row

I'm the E-S-P
Momentarily
Retract and receive the dungeon of my redeemer

Playin' asthmatics
I'm making my case
Shut your mouth and kiss the overwrite
Go figure
Don't make advances
Leading up to the par
I've got an x-ray permanent holiday
No list-er
Go necromancers
In the mist, you can hide
From all the misdemeanors outside

You got the B-C-P
Within the decree
You can't even see the demons of my (demeanor)
E-S-P
Momentarily
Retract and receive the dungeon of my redeemer
Redeemer

Of my demeanor
Of my demeanor

Got an itch to lead
All the kids in the valkryie
Well they can jump and hate the time than quit the team
Little Al Capone doesn't have much but a half-way home
Well, he can walk away for miles in the least

E-C-P
Within the decree
You can't even see the demons of my demeanor
E-S-P
Momentarily
Retract and receive the dungeon of my redeemer
Of my demeanor
Of my demeanor
Of my demeanor
Of my demeanor