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[Verse 1]
Sacrilegious, refusing to give a shit
But the pastor just offered me a couple ritalins and minute maid
Bitch's eyes wandering farther than where my father is
Causing me to grip the katana and let division play
Containing me is similar to my depression
The more that I try to hide it, the more that it runs rampant
Thats the reason why i'm writing shit 24/7
About spreading cerebellums while mimicing what is said in this
You might be wondering why i'm not selling records
Cause not everything's about all the checks
I'm sitting desolate spending my seconds telling companions bout My intelligence
While crying in a cell of my mental essence in elegance, bitch

[Verse 2]
Grape swishers and acres of lean residue
Switchblades and vigorous incisions to reticles
I told him bout the spectacle known as my victim's ventricles
So when I severed him, it was so that he'd get a better view
Heaven's hell to a nigga like me
How can I relieve myself if I cannot leave people deceased?
Nicotine and ether lost inside the breath in the cathedral
I'm forever just a teen who releases to please fiends and shit
I was never participating in barking
If the opposition's spotted, theyre put down, thats obvious
Concocting rotten sloppy shit for popping lobbyists
Thats guaranteed to give you first spot upon the naughty list
Posted up with lucifer, ruling with my malevolence
I'm staring for that serotonin, bearing a machete with
Fentanyl connected to the end of the metal tip
Preparing just to end a bitch's life with a deadly kiss

Redhanded while fucking the game presently
With leftover evidence present upon my freshest tee
Negligent of whoever has the testes of testing me
I leave them in the dirt and stomp them out, let them test defeat
You know its me like an ex whenever theyre texting you
Or when you see my body next to you under a crescent moon, look

[Verse 3]
Posted up with porcelain kettles to crash a fortress with
Some whores and her corporate posted with Jim Morrison
The doors hold splatters of an older bitch's porridge
After slipping on the forest of organization's organisms
Call me crazy, but i'm bout to make a porn of this
And title it "a 3 minute horror movie with shorter bitches"
Know the mission is not to blow the proportion
But to make all of these hoes kiss my dick and let them hold the Kids in
Catch me vandalizing morgues
While proposing the notion for all you niggas to grow relations With ropes
Or focus on your controller, don't worry about my own
Before your socials are flooded with r.i.p.'s and condolences
Hope you niggas get folded enough to grow
Or blow out your fucking brains after failing to even blow
Just know, once your flow of publicity's turning old
You'll catch me lurking with hatchets instructed to take your soul

[Outro]
Your face cold expressionless waiting to go below
With tears under your cheek like a yung bruh emoticon