Verse 1: The spotless mind of the quote-less tree folk These foes timid as he stroke his ego And he know, he wanna get current with his deep flow Perfecting each lyric through so la ti do Long time running though his radius locked up Eyes side-scrolling when his Gradius pops up His Gladius taught once, but ignorance is feigning bliss Acting till a second generation hit you in the ribs Land of the salt, vinegar based god flow Admiring the chaos like Hoss Delgado Freak too geeked to seem fleek or gleam sheen Neutron living splitting, who’s gone fishing wishing Hooks could be better held than 162 Saw one feeling chained but he won in lieu Skip over whom when he prancing on track patch? At half mast he let the boat speed down the rap path I’ll laugh last when the jokers get drawn out But soon realize that my hand pulls the same doubt Rising through the heat for the upper crust dough Another must go, for the entourage ain’t dope Fearing that at any moment maker pull the plug Ima spit until I’m Zed, or the faker pull a clutch The legend of the lost, the revision of the derriere No longer ensnared by the visions of his fairy tale Hook: Falling back on the words of his enemies He can’t rap, he can’t write a melody The fog lights illuminate the rainy streets Takes him back in Steins;Gate to make a pact He’ll never let another summer go by Without taking a left and dimming those lights The end will only come when you’re done So don’t let it end just because the floor does Verse 2: No one’s looking to die in the face of snake eyes The serpent curse him but he ain’t saint high Mount great telling em, lofty pull back The knock he sought was Ape yelling it, you guessed it, right? Syncopation, no elation, though he Faceless sips spirits on occasion But doesn’t know the name of em, soul forgiven Tried to end the game before it started like Riven IOU an IOI A brand new group partially divides In velvet I trust we read the lies Befuddled thoughts will cloud the vis-OR And when your eyes hurt, I’ll cloud the skies In whatever you elect, though I’ll pass the right I’m asking nightly, what man I might be? Will I leave alone or will I drop my right knee? I’m slowing down for yellow lights, but why me? Where’s the end if we keep changing lights green? The high sky guy I’m asking nicely I’m asking for a sign cause I couldn’t see past 3 I turn on the fog lights middle of day Casting silence on the hills that will kindle the fray Sip the hour by the glass, shatter liters of time On the face of the guys who preventing my climb Hook: Falling back on the words of his enemies He can’t rap, he can’t write a melody The fog lights illuminate the rainy streets Takes him back in Steins;Gate to make a pact He’ll never let another summer go by Without taking a left and dimming those lights The end will only come when you’re done So don’t let it end just because the floor does

Verse 1: I’m never quite sure if I’m part of the underground or not Reciting scripts that cause a wince when I catch a sour spot Dropping fragile gems so I can buy a granite counter top Paper or plastic is all the same when you flounder often I listen to cryptic fables just to keep me stable The fissure in my heart isn’t fatal But I still fear limerence as much as the next My regrets just a hindrance that keeping me vexed I haven’t been so deep in a while, and I’m still leagues Shy of a diamond shine despite the hitch in my smile I’d hike a mile by the Nile with no legs Just to see a stronger home like Bowflex One where the king of my throne could control his rage One where the prince of his own wasn’t mentally caged One where the queen wasn’t prone by cancerous stage One where his future wasn’t sown by the needle of fate If God knocked on my door today, I’d slam it Back on his face, then huddle back in my place Weeping but not changing channels to funnel his mind Not even angels could prove the worth of his life And as the daylight turns to midnight, he wonders how he Got this far without resorting to self-immolation And since he can’t keep the person straight at all times I sometimes wish he would just die in the moonlight Hook: The day’s still bright and the sun’s in the sky but The boy won’t rise cause he’s not alright Every night he worries bout the problems of the day, and Every morning he laments to find another way Running out of time as the days go by Not a thing on his mind but the end of his life Every night he ponders all the shadings of the gray, and Every morning he regrets he ever came awake Verse 2: Feeling like a earthworm with no head, but Two ends but no means to justify his old dreams of Setting a gold theme, a motif with no strings but Those things are pawns cause he rookie to the whole fling He’d rather hear his ghost sing then listen to a dope beat And rip apart his clothing as Lucy chose the broke swing You know that he be coping by sipping up the foam ring And living off her moaning, still feeling like he choking It’s hard stepping on the boat when you fearing the waves Hoping that a sign will cosign your grave, he Don’t like to pave his own way, but stays when The overshadowing giant gives him a choice to abstain Filling the void by filling walls with potential boys Feeling the call to kill the Freud that’s probing his gall Thinking he a star cause he spend 60 dollars on a Snowball, but he ain’t fucking cold at all Nothing holding bars and his molding scars Fester and only pester the ones who are prone to alarm His mind door is ajar, seeking power in a Small and magic beacon like the villain Jafar His clique kinda dope in the eyes of a pastor father To him a partner’s like mud to an Axolotl It got him covered but the graininess seeping through his gills He Gil Scott-Heron to the other jotters So even if his mind frame is bent out of shape Maybe his rhyme game can keep him in place The diction-scape is only keeping him sane The tears still run till the aquaduct break So why he scream obscenities when fools are absurd? So why he praising brevity when eras are terse? So why he eating messily on flesh so perverse? So why he feeling heavenly when passing a hearse? So why he feeling jealousy when vixens are stern? So why he seek the remedy in poisonous herbs? So why he dreading endlessly but fearing the verb? In the night he rest in piece cause the daylight burns Hook: The day’s still bright and the sun’s in the sky but The boy won’t rise cause he’s not alright Every night he worries bout the problems of the day, and Every morning he laments to find another way Running out of time as the days go by Not a thing on his mind but the end of his life Every night he ponders all the shadings of the gray, and Every morning he regrets he ever came awake

Verse 1 (Tanuki): Force the doors towards north port when you’re sure Hors d'oeuvres too enticing but you’re floor poor Delicatessen but we the US and stressing, he play the Fools with the guessing and making weapons for war gore Pop bottles over sparkling pop rocks Stomach other flavors cause he targeting top ram’ Too many cooks, the kitchen brimming with hooks, the broth Absorbent and rich, the bread be baked by the book Beef is lean as can be, dissect the fat from the grease I said you are what you eat so why you drooling at me? I take the scenic route to spot the burning mountains of green My wrist is churning up the butter that we spreading for free I cough then I shift my eyes just to catch em prying Ascended like 10 tiers just to see them crying Open up the classified file, see me smiling Try to find me after I’ll be chillin’ on an island Verse 2 (Chaos Theory): Hope used to Be Common, but now Nobody’s Smiling I read all the comments and I redden like Stalin I had a theory I would bang big before September ends But now I’m asking “Wake me up when the tremor ends” One was enough, but he build two, maybe more The views and leers outweighing cheers of the stomach roar Who done it more raw than the fourth call of haunted draw Dark Hole feelings when the mulligan is not an option He not popping, he not rocking, he hard to swallow Laden weight further bringing him down to wallow In the trenches but the war is over Thinking of his corpse and he seeking closure He’s 2 steps from hell at any given final moment Waiting for the trumpets to announce, but then he frozen He staring at the edge; of the blade of the roof? Neither sounding pleasant but the poison here is potent Verse 3 (Frog Da Jam): Frog Da Jam in attack mode motherfucker Spitting hard till the wacks croak, motherfucker Draco Malfoy bars in this bad bitch Top Five, Top Five, Top Five, Top Five I stole that line four times that’s a four-gery Welcome to your death, I invite you cordially Step up on this lily and I’ll leave you with your pricks out See you on a meme looking dumb fore this shit’s out Dick looking like Alaskan Bull Worm Your cypher gonna end with a full hearse When they heard Froggy here was vomiting fly shit They fishing with they hooks but they squirming when I spit You don’t even know what this jammin’ jar holds You couldn’t taste the difference cause your bread is on molds Tell everyone you know the Frog is hopping through “Living With My Mother Volume 2” coming soon

Verse 1: Rapping on the rocks like he signed to Stones Throw Deal mad villains how he rhymes with dope flow Triplets are fickle and that ain’t how I flow though Flash of Don, they all asking for a pho-to Patches on the emblem of a terrible fiend, and he Catches on the endlessness of parable things, I be Killing off the martyrs give em heaven for free Spitting lucid disease, how he drooling on the beat, tho Spooky cause he see ghosts, images of free throws Technically I’m inconsiderate but how the sheep know? Strip em of the fleece, ‘Nuki loving how they bleed slow Currently swift, benevolent like I’m Tito I stomp on the beat EUNG Golden bars but we calling it free Seeing stars when you looking at me Pray the Gods I don’t split you for Seed, I’m living Bonds to the keys and the rocks I’m splitting Fucking with me leave your bars in ribbons And presently I’m a god, no kidding Aw fuck it I said I don’t fuck with this flow But I’ll Carpe the Diem you fucking fool Leaving your girl or your man with a limp cause they Flop on Tanuki d– it’s a handy tool Might just go platinum off ridicule Might just attack my old middle school Aiming the piece at the Chaos;Head My Occultic;Nine leave you scared to death Cause you care to test, how I split the chest All the loot is mine, do my Kanye Best I’m an asshole stressed cause my cats’ all stressed And my cash flow’s next so I take it out with take out Making out with fake gals just to get the taste out Momma really ain’t proud how I try to break out Blowing on this fake loud, hating on the Jakes now Tipping off the great cows, eating Steak and Shake, wow Such a shame, how you Players try to eat without propane Leave your grill on the road, how that street food taste? My dogs are hot the cat’s on my face Sipping gin on a plane for a stroll Sitting in coach, but I’m heading to Seoul Living the most till I’m paying the toll On the river Styx he spit enough gold I’m told Mold is coldly broken till we got ants Archer don’t shoot with cold hands But the fool still paying for an old pole dance Tanuki rapping faster than an Elven Busta Rhymes One does simply fuck with him and leave alive Kinda close to Heaven on the Eagles he flying Hotel California keeping green supplied, yeah Verse 2: Calling up the mom cause the rent’s due often Tied to the mobs cause the fans all love him Danny going ghost in a Phantom coffin When I die, roast me and serve me as coffee Scheming like Ponzi, drafts on me Accidentally aggressive like I’m Civ 1 Ghandi Pressing the buttons got the combos on fleek Circle the stick till she stretch like Dhalsim Shoryuken get a fist to your noggin Lots of shit got me pissed to be honest I don’t mean to be political but I’m still screaming Fuck Donald Trump cause that dick is Nazi Spit like a zombie his women are foxy Air you out like laundry then pray for you fondly He know he look scrawny but rap like he Brawny He tore the freestyle into sheets while he yawning like EUNG

Verse 1 (Bartle): I just read the words of the Christ and now I’m with the nutrition of Satan I never knew there would be so many vegetables in my diet I eat spinach leaves raw like off the trees I’m not that about collard greens, but they taste just as better on the lung as on the tongue When the powers out your day is done But are you prepared to be a scumbag if the world tries to eat again? How much peace and quiet can you handle? Why is it so hard for us to get a handle on the bull they call a monkey who trips up his father Look I’m sorry, but I need to keep it simple cuz Some guy told me that once and it always really stuck with me He told me every single time I left the lights on Never when I was gone in the basement I never understood where light is when it is really dark Think I be looking with nobody on a rare occasion I kind of love the basement the vibe is of pure negation But there’s something that can never be negated and you can’t deny there’s something thrilling About dying and the strangest thing is you never felt more alive and where all appetites are sated All monkeys sedated, and you can lead a horse from pavement to water But you can’t make him taste it But you know he’s gonna drink sometime, cuz it’s the way that he lives And he’s too alive to die, it’s the way that he lives and he’s gonna live till he dies It’s something we could try sometime; Lao Tzu said sages never act But did he understand the world is just a fucking zoo? Resistance attacks, people killing fuckin’ everywhere You don’t understand, I’m not worried about shit. I’m a fucking man, what happened to men and women I see boys and girls so childish, damn If you’re gonna have no gender, don’t use it as an excuse to be a bitch, And I hope that you’ll get contextually what I mean, either way you’re free to get angry at me I only want liberation, you can do whatever you want I’d rather be free, as long as you do it with me You could even kill me, and I’d rather you kill me with me That’s called nonattachment, don’t get it twisted If you attack me I’ll respond with suitable damage Get off my planet Verse 2 (Tanuki): Who the fuck be up next, ‘Nuki on them scumbags Pricks acting Weeknd tryna tell me where I’ll come next Or nah? Get the hell of my cock There ain’t enough room from all the swans that flock Make sure I have effective contraceptive like Magic Because the interior walls are fantastic I rent the place out, sign by mouth by the asterisk Such a scumbag but they begging like Lazarus Ask em who the G be I give em G.D. like권지용 Keep em waiting till the gun reload Hope we know that I’m the only folk 3D parabola on the dope free throws I’ll probably change my rap name four times Already on the third so I make more rhymes Basic as fuck so I’m banking on luck So I’m saving it up so I get trust in my funds I hear bank statements but there’s a dangling else If I can’t pay rent then I’m faking it well Making pita on the side so I’m baking in Hell Taking PETA on a ride feeding bacon to vegans I’m tasting the seedless, they tasting my genius Other rappers on their knees cause they’re Uh, praying to Jesus I stole my roommate’s Chuck Taylors today They didn’t even fit so I sold them away I might be the plague; I might be the cause I might be mistaken for descendant of Nas I might be misplacing the entire barrage The clap of the cannon sounding like some applause I cut ties cause I don’t speak dollars That shit makes no sense, I don’t see the product I won’t leave the game until Snow drops her album So until that day I’m making dough by the hour What up Verse 3 (MC Squeaky Clean): Players know my number I’m the Hash-Slinging Slasher Women know my name cause I’m the ass-eating master Shorty got a body and an ass like Keijo Opposite of Seinfeld, wetness makes my dick grow (I was in a pool!) Fingers in a circle, dipe Fingers on the trigger, snipe I know you want beef cause I’m cooking bacon often Sizzle of the steam you can call me Greez Johnson Cold stone steamed lobster

Verse 1: Better read than dead, so I study ancient artifacts Learning from the kings how to give your girl a heart attack Sponsored by Burt’s Bees, considering burnt trees You needn’t have to hardly ask, I’m sharp with how I earn cheese Weeding out the garden, would you pass me the dirt, please? Your songs about as fruitful as a fucking compost heap I’m munching on the power pills then I go ghost I got about an hour still to darken the toast Melancholy days got my brain in mismatched pain The writing on the napkin is implying I’m past date The sourness of dairy only coming when fate’s late The driving skills displayed by the chauffer just ain’t great Pardon my pathing, I’ve been coded with Java My GUI is abominable, my runtime be crashing I’m spitting through the wire cause my birthers say I’m wasting time Keep on trudging through the educational fake mind set I rhyme next to design threats for my friends That I get fearful of life debts and I guess You’re not a green giant if you pour vinaigrette The daily acid rain of cities pushing me to islands In the morning I regret everything I’ve done Then by night I’m drunk as fuck I text my ex my love And I wrote this verse in my class, cause I’ve given up Hope my final hours comprehensive when I kick the bucket Chorus: The red dot’s my next stop, go until my head pop Rapping till I breathe my last, never let my pen drop Rising till my haters wanna see me dead and gone I’m having endless visions of my likeness on a cross Spit could fill a keg top, harvesting the head crop Burying his bone in the soil of the bedrock Sitting with a drink in hand tryna shake the dread off Only scared of failure but he never fear the red dot Verse 2: Yeah, fear of death we letting leading us Exorcism rice and cream of war we have them feeding us But the red dot’s heaven to this hell on earth So I’m a gunning for the platform that brings the worst Ask me just a year ago I’d tell you the adverse Rather stay below the surface fearing the hertz Now I only value how I write a mad verse Cause I’m pretty fucking pissed when they silence our words The motor of crude oil churns but never spins result Cost my cousin his entire life once the flames engulfed Pouring down liquor to cope with the chaos, they fucking cage us Seventy percent is optimistic if you water weigh us I’m far from heinous but I’ve reached the point of dangerous I’d probably cut more times than Tarantino but that’s for the nameless In the meantime I’m doper than the sharpest rocks I harness fox Kitsune god divine highness Practically the highest Steins;Gate I open for the crisis Write down all my rhymes because my keyboard always turns by Midas Triumph through the Mayan times I’ll end your fucking life with my dick Leaving floaters in your iris never saw me coming silent Leaving holes in pious privates, people always needing Marcus Shining like a knight I’m vibrant high I’m like a fucking pilot Kind enough to leave you lifeless just because you’re not my client Dining with the nation’s finest; promise I’m the fucking tightest And that’s where the red dot is pushing me Piranhas in the water but my swimma homies cushion me I look ahead, making waves as I tread So how’d I get this red dot on my head? Chorus: The red dot’s my next stop, go until my head pop Rapping till I breathe my last, never let my pen drop Rising till my haters wanna see me dead and gone I’m having endless visions of my likeness on a cross Spit could fill a keg top, harvesting the head crop Burying his bone in the soil of the bedrock Sitting with a drink in hand tryna shake the dread off Only scared of failure but he never fear the red dot

Verse: We all modern stardust The foes know our woes, still try to harm us The puritans are tryna take our freedom and run Written in scarlet pump the words like a gun Though our kind are bountiful, they got the grit to Discount our power and keep pulling the wool, and when Sheep are in control, you know the toll will Extend to the end of the dirty cosmos We won a battle, still got the war Though it seems in favor, it was 5 to 4 And it still don’t account for dysphoria Many still saying that it’s 2 and no more Not to downplay our victory lap, but we Got a lot of work or we might relapse We gotta make use of the time elapsed Let the pigs in the sky feel the strife we have Strip the bacon from the swine in the clouds Create a nation that would make Bowie proud Sometimes I know you feel like Major Tom, cut Off from the world but that’s not our song We shouldn’t be ashamed for our oddity, people act Estranged when I tell them bout my sexuality And though I have to deal, the struggle is more real For those in a household of family with closed view I can’t even feel how my siblings are living Surrounded by intolerance especially in the south We’ve come a long way since our nation’s beginning, but if you’re LGBT some people still have doubt We’ve gotten real close to electing a fool A xenophobic man who’s more of a tool And even my home state I love so dear Keeps passing these laws that punish those who are queer But we got a lot young people on our side You people with the ballot why don’t you decide I’m not even going try to fancy my rhymes here I’m telling you straight, our fate we can steer So let’s rise before we fall Keep the good fight going till we make the call Cause I’m proud of you all It’s gotten real bad but you’re keeping the crawl Outro: We’re all modern black stardust despite our nation’s past We only get one swan song, we better make it last

Verse 1 (Tanuki): Come on, groove with me I see we’re both here alone, why don’t you move with me Know you might be startled so pardon my synchronicity But you set fire to wires, can you feel this electricity I don’t believe in first love but you’re a hard sell The way you carry yourself, the way your lips smell Any girl I would meet at this concert must be inventive I mean my kind kinda flock here since underground was invented You knew every word to Aesop’s songs I knew any other girl won’t compare Honestly you constantly on my mind We gave each other numbers and we started spending some time The closer we get, the more you laugh and smile I’ve seen you natural in intimate times This guy is just a poor young fool But you say you love my eyes, think my music is cool Yo Chorus (Bartle): Chilling in the Grand Prix With his girl acting like a man be They be suited for the nights So high so fresh you can call em Space Dandy He flat broke like Stanley But she still think he fancy They be hanging all the time So high so fresh you can call em Space Dandy Verse 2 (Tanuki): Yeah, let’s get our own space, girl, you’re my Lil space girl we can travel the galaxy Without you I’m just a broke vase, girl, you’re my Stone weights girl you be keeping me balancing It’s been a worse year than you can even imagine But finding you here, I’m believing in magic When I’m spinning in place, when my fear’s on my face When my life is in a really bad place you’re my passion So I’m tryna pay my debt even though you not asking I love the way you glow when you tying new fashion The fabric it’s sown from can’t measure your worth I’d describe what you mean to me but I’ve run out of words It’s so absurd how your being got my verse in a tangle I’m glad I found you perched at the front of the Cradle It only took one little word to call out to you And maybe if I said it then this verse’d be bout you Hey Chorus (Bartle): Chilling in the Grand Prix With his girl acting like a man be They be suited for the nights So high so fresh you can call em Space Dandy He flat broke like Stanley But she still think he fancy They be hanging all the time So high so fresh you can call em Space Dandy Verse 3 (Bartle): We out here rhyming, in flow like no criticizing Hours can’t stay off the clock, working on my timing Out in the space with the stars and the time, a thing on my mind, It seems very important, I wish I had a larger portion But the wiser they get the more they see there’s no proportion Rations endless, I’m stranded, no hurry for rescuing, but Send some companionship, when I fly I’ve got to island Feel fine but there’s something on my mind and I would like a little more I just want someone to look at me like a pretty piece of ‘what’ All I wanna do is glo, I want someone who can light this so we can shine Fire, gonna unwind, know there’s plenty of time, but for Something for like me, creeping like poison ivy thru the family tree Dyin’ for the lives, I miss being in love Give a man a fish and there’s plenty of fish in the sea Teach a man to fish and there’s plenty of fish in the sea Chorus (Bartle): Chilling in the Grand Prix With his girl acting like a man be They be suited for the nights So high so fresh you can call em Space Dandy He flat broke like Stanley But she still think he fancy They be hanging all the time So high so fresh you can call em Space Dandy

Verse 1: Sipping Java, wrist is lava Skipping physicals turning heads from father Spitting lies like he gets vagina If walls could talk they’d sound like fake designer Taking breaks to plot her His qualms with quacks are quantitative Soft rappers better duck when the goose is slaying Face of death getting checked like Gosling Six steps from best, Bacon number stalling His knowledge costly, wire by the inch Life is a bitch but rap game is a synch From A to Z energy like Nas Gross like Monster in back seat lost Back seat view Back Street Boys bumping Their bodies NSYNC and her humps they must be unreal Too still to be trill But fuck it man, this girl will let him kill The future calls and he kills the mood Promised turnt shit to fill the room Tanuki dropping Vlassics all the storks are in a pickle Yeah, Gun Number 1 tongue slays like a sickle Verse 2: Uh, I’ve been complacent for a while but I’m Lately getting pretty motherfucking sick of tired of these People that be acting like they homies but they fronting me Can’t respond to inquisition like its 14th century Uh, work a bit yourself for once in your life Homework doesn’t count, bitch that shit is trite You acting like a 2nd grader, you fucking tyke You better pull your weight before I kick you off the bike Oh yeah, and saying that you’ll cop my mixtape Implies that you would hear more than 3 songs by this date I know you spend your time watching stupid shit on Youtube So how an album from your friend a hassle to include, dude I love you guys, but sometimes fuck you guys I’m sick of trying to tell you so I screamed it through the rhymes You won’t listen anyway but that’s the fucking deal, man Gun number 2, no fear of calling out the fam Verse 3: Oh yeah, Gun number 3 Killing off fools in all the languages is easy Vomiting the jargon make you targets look bewildered Peons looking injured and number three to feces Possession, hidden cache inside my cranium like λ Ravin’ with the crows at the bars with they hands up Whisper in her cochlea in 4 different languages Oh we bout to go old school in here Girl, Puella est in Via and I’m Video Veni, Vidi, Vici and Veniemus you’ll shortly know Spouting Ancient Latin other rappers suck at saying sword Like Romans I be conquering these aqueducts are filling gourds Let’s take it to the East and we’ll spice it up You already know I got the sake in the cup この人は fresh rhymesを作る I put that shit in short form cause I ain’t formal with you Outro: 고맙습니다 사랑해요 The fuck outta here Bitch

[Verse] The Shogunate is way too lax how they back tracks They katanas getting dulled with the whack raps We’ll return to that, but gather round for a Story folded over forty times that we cut last With time travel I dabble with a loaded Gat and I shatter stats cause the grind’s fragile I ride saddle 9 times on tied cattle Dried and fried loaded nines and mine’s agile Hog tied online rhymes got me thinking Arby’s And our dreams are lined with the ticking time piece Case 1 where time was the culprit Statue in line with the eyes of the pulpit The sermon spit serpents but it never drag On like a drive through Amazon Prime A mile on the Nile takes Amazon time Tall girls on my vine on that Amazon climb No hook this ain’t a failed phishing attempt Frauds tryna catch low scale minion consent, I mean Cassettes only see deez records break fake whacks They stacks fit as much chat on an 8-track I hate hacks they make the game what it lacks We tax our own kind for pepper jack I fear the fax machine might start noticing And give a 2 week notice of a new regime Have we seen how clean the Samurai keep? Bros before hoes kinda pale by Bushido Even if the free throw netting us three There’s a line you can’t cross or you fuck with my Steelo I ain’t Pro Era but I live my own era Product of toxicity body like a Chimera And fuck the meme rap scene we seem to have You Pink Guys can eat my introspective ass We taskmaster, half of yall is ass backwards I ask after rap tracks if they was actors A catastrophe I spit apostrophes Cause the bread is mine and that’s an awesome feast I get hot for these pseudo-brothel she’s But if I’m cutting it be Freaky Friday 13th Already said the game is shitty way befo’ But the homies repping from my city no one really know I sip Java to C past the spinning drama Civil War, I assemble the founding fathers Dio Brando, got your parent’s bodies I live in a coffin cause the sun’s a bother Lost track of bars but I’m off the grid And my PID pretty darn legit I pay Charon so I can ford the Styx, and the Other Acheron’s in the midst My face is gone and I just float by disc The pills I’m on it’s like I broke my wrist, sometimes I wake up like “Shit, I’m over this”, but then I Recollect the legend that the Joker is The rubble of the ruins of the hopelessness Founding an army like the Romans did Now we like a Samurai, cold as shit And our tongue’s a katana that we sharpening So now let me let you motherfuckers in Tanuki’s on a train, you ain’t stopping it Attack the Titan all you want, you kids Episode 1 is as long you live