$quidGames

[Verse 1: Odprophet]
Boy I'm a master of the black arts, hate hides in my black heart
Love dwell in my outer shell but I'll dump slugs with the car part
Fuck a drive-by I'm a j-cat, walk up and just spray that
Then I walk back, put the car in drive, I'm headed right where you stay at
And I'm dumpin' slugs (dumpin' slugs) like I've been eatin' escargot
Jammin' your nubs in a wood chipper, I'm livin' life like it's Fargo
When I'm far gone (far gone), hit play on the disc, it's a car bomb
Ain't pickin' the kids up from school today, the driveway and half of the yard's gone
This that leg, leg, arm, head, on top of the house, in front of the shed
They diе for the cause lookin' like Hiram Abiff just likе Lazarus rose from the dead
I'm off on my meds, I live in a fantasy land
This that Amityville, I'm Yosemite Sam
How you tell me to chill with these guns in my hand?
I've been going through something they don't understand
In my mental everything's all instrumentals
The keys groove and the bass drops but I cannot keep up with the tempo
On my mama my body my temple
Why I treat the shit like a rental? I guess I'm a fucked up messiah
They mad 'cause I ain't the one that they sent for

[Verse 2: Odprophet]
First thing I give 'em all nicknames, then I just slap 'em like Rick James
They don't hop when I tell 'em to hop, they get popped, lil bitch this is squid games
Put the match to the gas and I spit flames, I'm on that ass if I take aim
SV the click like a switch blade, you press that button you get flayed
I'm an incredible speaker, you just an edible tweaker
I bite the head off the neck, I'm digesting the flesh, this is audible ether
I swear to god I'm a keeper, she just wanna leave it to Beaver
Remember that shit that you said when this gun to my head when I'm meeting the reaper
You must been smokin' the reefer, I am the chosen believer
I'm like a substitute teacher, I'll put yo kid in a sleeper
Before I fuck with any of y'all, I'll put my dick in a blender
I tried to send them a bomb in the mail but they just returned it to sender
Boy I spit like a Molotov, this shit right here is the secret sauce
This is what happens when gasoline and Styrofoam dissolve
Bet I be spittin' that napalm, I'm basically takin' your face off
We loaded and ready for takeoff, 110 with the brakes gone