(PAPA SLEEP)
Travel round the globe
Rattle with the probe
Going to your frontal lobe you ain't got a choice
Mutilating cattle I kick yo ass to the void
Skin growing fungal you off of them roids
He want that smoke like he blasting his asteroids he finna choke on that tag in his neck
Upload your dna straight to the database flipping the genomes you outta my outer space
FUCK WITH MY DAY ONES AND MY ZEROS
STUCK IN THIS LENG SNUFFED WITH THE PILLOW
Snapshot cover for the lone gunmen got another blurry bit of evidence of me tryna be outta my element
(NOGOODNIK)
Beamin up the livestock gonna leave your whole circle under the crops man we drop these rays learnin bout your race from all the probin we got done take us to your leader we depletin all your resources gonna leave y’all dry, wanna fight back go ahead mother fucker try
We got roots in the planets that yall could never reach
We the unknown deus that yall forgot to teach
We been round here forever
Y’all cannot estimate all of the threats you face
This ain't a warning come mornin we takin this planet and wipin out every race
Ay Yuh we come for your shelters and leaders every being thats inbetween
Straight up we leaving this planet disaster’d and then we fucking feast
(LORD DISTORTION)
Yog Sothoth body flop out on a pedestal
Always on top ima a goblin I'm ending you
Pull out the teeth and this madness you never lose
4 thousand chamber will splatter your residue
Plasma apocalypse reptile overlord
Tongue giving lash while projectiles overhead
Wraith in your fauna is whispering go to bed
Sorta dread dreaming I'll rest when I'm only dead
Charming and evil, bars in cathedrals
AR will delete you, ain't none get a redo
Your moth when that gun flash attracted to light
Then you'll rot In the sun where youre having the light
Heavens sake
38 get sent to the pearly gates
Murder rise
Burners rise
So bright itll burn his eyes
Probe was written by LORD DISTORTION & Nogoodnik & Saint Sleep.
Probe was produced by LUKEBIKE.
Saint Sleep released Probe on Thu Nov 01 2018.