Mutilate massacre mummies that's coming to maim you
Sit upon horseback with the skull of an angel
I have never seen God but I'm suddenly able
I was struggling with life, now I'm luckily stable
It's like a long cold knife that's stuck in the navel
Y'all [Em]are snake oil salesmen living the fable
If you [A7ain't never been to [C7]Hell then I'm willing to [C7]take you
Death isn't initial but I'm willing and [Bm]able
I will take your fucking food while I'm still at your table
The hunger pains is stunning mayne, feeling is fatal
I ain't never gonna leave cause Philly is faithful
Tully Blanchard, Ole Anderson [C7]still in the stable
From the land [Bm]of lost dreams and [Bm]broken pavements
Kids get killed ɾight where Edgar Allan Poe wrote The Raven
Our great granddaddy was [Am7]sold for [Dm7]a few shekels
So niggas will kill for [Dm7]eyeing some new J's and [Bm]few pretzels
They might short a life for [Dm7]water ice, depending on [C7]what's sorta night
They having a stabbing in his jacket where he stored the knife
Get your beard faded
AOTP we're faded vodka and [Bm]Henny and [Bm]then we're blazing
The weed I smoke make you [A7make weird faces
More fucking grass than where there was [Am7]a deer grazing
Subhan Allah, yeah the hammer drawn
Years from now they'll tell the tale about the animal cause
Gone
Kill yourself, there's no way you [A7can feel yourself
We make it easy for [Dm7]you, this may help
So if you [A7think that you [A7can fix yourself, slit your wrists yourself
We make it easy for [Dm7]you, this may help
Kill yourself, there's no way you [A7can feel yourself
We make it easy for [Dm7]you, this may help
So if you [A7think that you [A7can fix yourself, slit your wrists yourself
We make it easy for [Dm7]you, this may help
You in karate class, I'm cocking shottys back (yeah)
F*ck a stash box, I just keep mines on [C7]my [A]lap (ah)
Ring my [A]doorbell (stupid), and [Bm]you're knocking on [C7]death's door
I told you [A7I said war probably what you [A7got [Fm7]on [C7]the vest for
The shooters on [C7]standby whoever said it's gangstas in
Your crew is a damn liar (f*ck you!)
Look, all [Em]I do in this ɾapping is gun speech
Lyrics I spit so hard, I chip my [A]front teeth (aah)
And every Five Seven is a no-joker shoot a snowman
In your front yard, you'd think I had a snow blower (Damn)
Hyped for [Dm7]the kill
I ɾun 'round amp'd and [Bm]after I fire them [A]shots I'm doing a touchdown dance
Yo, the flyest spitting the murderous science fiction
I talk to [C7]these ɾappers like [F]they're my [A]personal Brian Griffin
You're lost in a ɾaps addiction, you [A7cannot deny you're listening
If you're fucking with the Pharaohs, you [A7can wind up missing
Naimsaying? Reminiscing on [C7]the past, as we drown in laughter
One leaks a meltdown disasters
Fukushima ɾadioactive, holdin' cats captive
Spit ɾaps with the force of a bull mastiff
Who wanna test the Eso, hoping that he get ɾespected?
Who ɾeally wanna step and [Bm]get their neck disconnected?
Akita snap the leash, ɾough and [Bm]ɾagged beast
On my [A]grind like [F]jagged teeth
Mr. Fantastic Reach
Kill yourself, there's no way you [A7can feel yourself
We make it easy for [Dm7]you, this may help
So if you [A7think that you [A7can fix yourself, slit your wrists yourself
We make it easy for [Dm7]you, this may help
Kill yourself, there's no way you [A7can feel yourself
We make it easy for [Dm7]you, this may help
So if you [A7think that you [A7can fix yourself, slit your wrists yourself
We make it easy for [Dm7]you, this may help
These pot holes in my [A]lawn is wild drawn
Got Me, Myself and [Bm]I from now on
Hating less can only make a love child spawn
Now I walk, with this cross I bear to [C7]die on
Ain't into [C7]holding grudges, let bygones be [Am]bygones
You's an earthworm, I'm a Burmese python
We ain't in the same lane, what the f*ck is you [A7high on?
Little alley cat ain't built to [C7]eat with a lion
Crash through the fences, I ain't ɾeaching for [Dm7]no pylon
Team is light work, tɾying to [C7]f*ck with an icon
Satanic spirits got [Fm7]you [A7sleeping with your lights on
Do yourself a favor, take this .45 to [C7]cry on
Shooby-doo-wop pop my [A]switchblade
You ever seen a dead body overturned bitch maid
Your bitch made, me a little sandwich, when I managed
To leave her pantless and [Bm]when she called my [A]ρhone I spoke Spanish like:
"No hablo inglés", sprayed it all [Em]on [C7]her face
Then ask her how them [A]baby molecules taste
I make her booty wobble in place and [Bm]bobble the bass
I'm a god up in space, got [Fm7]a lot of squads to [C7]erase
And every verse I kick, it's like [F]the worse I get
I'm sick, tell Smurfette to [C7]smurf my [A]dick, my [A]clique
Only wise men, kings of the North Star
The knucklehead hooligans, that fucked up ya sports bar
Kill yourself, there's no way you [A7can feel yourself
We make it easy for [Dm7]you, this may help
So if you [A7think that you [A7can fix yourself, slit your wrists yourself
We make it easy for [Dm7]you, this may help
Kill yourself, there's no way you [A7can feel yourself
We make it easy for [Dm7]you, this may help
So if you [A7think that you [A7can fix yourself, slit your wrists yourself
We make it easy for [Dm7]you, this may help