Phantazum (Fantasmuh)

Intro:

No it's just that you had-you had an opinion about cocaine, that you liked to go to a party, with cocaine users and give them Methadrine, Acid and Salt Peter I believe it was...?

Yeah, this shit is a one year itch, yeah, leave it no I like this, it's Doofy, yo

Chorus x2:

I write hot not on purpose
I make the dope I'm not servin'
God not workin'
I write hot not on purpose
I make the dope I'm not servin'
God's not workin'

Verse 1:

Yeah, yo, rando king, blindfolded stabbings
It's not deep, I'm able to flip styles 'cause I'm manic
Goth rappers playin' Warlock in Julian Sands
Dope soundtracks but all the movies is trash (Wack)
It's aflame, the crack, failed stand-up
Burned out, vagus act, every game is wack
I should tase in myself then ride the lightning and fade to black (Hahaha...)
They yellin' screw Jak (Screw Jak!)
I'm at our farm writin' a new screwjack
In a raccoon cap, baboon, Boom Bap
Zoom zap, spore clouds when the stem of the shroom snap...

Chorus x2

Verse 2:

God's not workin', uh, sickly, love burglars like Wimpy do it
They tryna shut flowers in my barrel like hippie students
Haphazard, sword, axe, daggers
McLadders (um), doorhouse with Mad Hatter
A black udder, hack hackers
Spittin' crack batter (Batter)
Stand out awkward as a bad actor (Umm...)
You know stuff like that, taxiderm
Shit not sweet over here, milkshake catheter (Uh?)
Still got my ticket to ride, livin' you die
The air skinnin' me dry, no sin and no lies (What?)
I see different, my Siamese twin lived in my eye
That makes no sense...