Pale * (ღ˘⌣˘ღ) *

Standing outside
Waiting for lightning to strike me surprisingly as my demise
Driving an acura blinded by loathe
As i mash on the brakes, passing by the class i hit
Snapping on these fags inside the astral plane
Posted on saturn, throwing daggers at addicts
While chewing through the fabric in earth inside my castle
Im leaving niggas clueless, where the hell did my acid go?
The reason why i continue to love rapping
Is that i get to trash these bin rappers and pass em
Wrapping them in caskets, shipping them to my tracklist
Thats where i stash jokes while running like im a trackstar
Click clack, your family's in my backyard
7 to your feet have you crawling on handicapped parking
Glass shards and black tar and tacked carpets
Light dark, regardless all your tracks garbage

Single handed banishing band members appendixes
Disbanding all the candidates tempted to best my sentences
50 years to life in the penitentiary
Recollecting, spending all that time finding out who are you better than
Get the message, you fags steady deflecting it
Im topping all the ranks, lieutenants see me in general
Left cash registers dead, rested with ancestors genitals
Half of the planet's demise is pending soon

And now its back to the class
Im only getting higher in 9th grade
My averages point daggers at low class rappers faster than magnets
That you thought i cast magic at families as a side passion
Key bumps in an acura with a passive nun
Staggering in agony as im slashing her gashes off
With the kitchen knife that im posted with in my avatar