Loitering

Intro:

Ayo, yo, you know I'm sayin', I feel like a fuckin', feel like an oil slick, fuckin' seagull, hetera, I'm changin' the sworn over the trash, word, the garbage heaps, hahahahahahaha, again this shit comin' from my kitchen, yo, this all the deviant fans, this is all of the followers, the patient fans, the fans who jump ship, fuck outta here, I'm just gonna spit this shit, I wanna hear nothin', word, by the lake house, caught the fear, check this out, Blak Church shit, yo, spit that shit, man, yo, yo, yo

Verse:

My brain drugs in a toilet flushed
Anarchic gun oil bust
They gave us a cycle that kill for ten foil crumbs
Delusional, my head dead and vacant
Still convinced I was (uhh) only sent to a hospital as a kid, to test mеdication
Nobody ever wrote my shit (Nah, man)
I nеver fuckin' wrote one bit for nobody, I don't even condone ghostwritin' (Word up)
I got phantom pains from ghost bitin'
Dump and raped, chewed up and spit out the scene and clone by it
Broke in a temple, I'm just a stone pilot
Mentally ill monarch, my eyes sunken and mysterious
I'm just a sex addicted king like Tiberius
Believe me it's a trip, most of your leaders will rap like Leary did (That's right, man)
My brain cells are burned off, last soul Ivan the Berghoff
Mouth gettin' ugly like caps burg jaw (What? Fuck outta here)
No dreams of me being Gomez gettin' birds off
I'm on stage lookin' like I was in Gummo with my shirt off

Outro:

- You come to my show, you goin' to a war, and I'm out for violence, chaos, on, lawlessness all the way, I don't care about anybody, or anything except for myself, and my mission, and you kids out there, if you got kids out there, they're gonna be my kids, I'm gonna own those kids, they're gonna be anything that I say
- And why is that, why would they do anything you say?
- Because I'm the king, and they can identify with me, because the real true (?) form is children, and this country is sick and tired of their parents, their school, their people force-feedin' them what to do, I am the answer, when they listen to my lyrics, and they listen to my songs, (okay) they gon' send that shit their way they really should be, and you know that and I know that, don't, frame, 'cause your kids, are my kids!