Saliva of Machiavelli

Intro:

Exorcizetai, in nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti!

Yo, I'm the Caligula of this shit, man, I'm the Tiberius to this shit

Verse:

The kick with no inner soul, burn the Interpol
I'm up with the wolf (huh?), the speed crystals broke
And intervene the bloodstream with intervals
Amphetamine dream, got me seein' light rings in peripheral
Hit the bowl
DMT gave me the name, Tatanka Sitting Bull
Six with wolves, beard shaved to an Adolf (What)
Gave me eight stacks I get ate off, at home likе I'm laid off
Snortin' 'til my whole face, brake 'еm off
The blast kicked me in my fuckin' eight balls (Oh!)
Puffin' grape cough
The bars are early Jonah Hill, before the weight loss
Braggadocio self-filled, the Jak that Hell built
My whole town look like The Road to Wellville
Every track made at 3AM drinkin' ghost blood
I'm Tappy Tibbons coked up
I'm pickin' tad pieces outta my throw up
Recorded this while I was hold up, I'm here to show up
Flow tough, you know what (You know what, man)
You all ass like donut, cushions, for haemorrhoids
Smoke chems, enter void
My blue Heaven, look like hangin' tenderloin

Outro:

- I think most humans have the capacity to commit murder, uhh, it is not because...
- No, no we don't, Richard
- Uhh, they-they choose, not to not because, they are morely superior they so commonly claim, but because they are imprisoned in a, way of where responsiblities, commitments, not beliefs and...
- Richard, Richard...
- And that would render murder an absurd gamble or ridiculous self-destruction