Resin on My Converse (Jelly Man)

Intro:

- You're a spaz!
- I'm not a spaaaaz!

Verse:

Yeah, yo, death spore watch, out the Mirkwood
From the weather tops of Morgoth, gore got
This heavy squid ink oil pork broth
Caved in, drop bombs like Schwarzkopf
Work flips the body, Saint Peter's Cross
Sold some shrooms, the golden rule, teachers off (Had to sell 'em, man)
This priest practicin' Volden
They out here jugglin' chainsaws for a cult buzz
Witch hunter, shoot the cult up
My image oculus, Goyard seng
With the Kasky occulters (What)
Not passive but tip toe over skulls crushed
Dropkick a folcrum, baby sulk much (Wahh)
Now whales rush my spot (What?)
Like thе Japanese coppin' shark fins at the docks
Smokin' Black Lotus, codеine juicy red
Heaven's Gate purple silk on the UZI rest (Wait, what?)
Red robe, black cloth like a Sufi's press (Word)
Anatomy laid out, like a sushi spread
I'm in the house like a vengeful ghost
Rappers orderin' French to go
Miscarried twins in a womb, heads dead too close
I'm the type to get, booked for an event and forget to go
Shed blood and sweat at shows (Word)
I be spittin' intensive throes since I thumbtacked up Big Daddy Kane, centerfold
This wad o' shit
For the blood of clicks who don't got the journalistic balls, to support rap Gonzoists (Yeah)
It's not just for violent thrills
I force withdrawal 'cause I like the chills
Heat pack on me, I've been ill (What)
When you hear my sound
It darken up the whole scene like Silent Hill