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I am so heartless, dauntless, that is my synopsis
I am an illusion not comprehended by optics
Reaching a conclusion everytime I see an opp twitch
Drop bitch, time in my hands when the clock ticks
Tick tick, can you read the diagnostic
Leave you in the sewer, just for thinking that you hot shit
Piling the manure, let's just see how tall the crops get
Watering my garden with hypnotiq for the profit
Bitch I been a prophet since Soulja Boy was on ringtones
Fuckin shit up since Cam'ron had the pink phone
I been this bipolar since the notes I had to bring home
Had to bust a rhyme with the way I go and flip mode
Shit bro, I been at the bottom of the sinkhole
Causing maelstroms Nostradamus couldn't think of
Know when hell comes they'll have better shit to bring up
Better get a bunker when the thunder comes to sink us
Cuz this shit is not a game
I been in the attic with my hands up to the flame
Living with some addicts in this nation, we can't change
Me I love the panic and the antics and the sayings, I'm just sayin
What y'all need me for? Y'all wanna see the gore
Bitch I got a blindfold when I'm talking to the Ouija board
Demons on a high note they don't want me to go see the door
Hand still on the rifle, it's delightful how we need the war
Bitch I'm a hell raiser
Self hater, health waster
At ya neck like a Gillette razor
You don't get paper homie you a spectator
My threat's greater, that's why they love to have me under red lasers
Trailblazer, nail breaker
Nel wake up, I got they chest pounding on the pacemaker
I'm in service so I'm moving like the headwaiter
Zombie prototype coming 28 days later
Yeah, World War Z in the pit
Everybody rolling like it's skates in this bitch
Falling on the floor, f*ck around and break a bone
Eating calamari after shows, chopping Davy Jones
With Calypso on the coaster
Fighting off a curse like Barbossa
Not today, no sir
That's what we say to the God of Death
Watch ya step, and ya breath, or you might be swept
Place ya bet Will Turner
Palms on the burner, bombs at the corner
Walls to the foreigners, the new world order
Stay getting tickets so the pigs reach a quota, with drugs in the Toyota
See me crawling out the TV, sending shots up out the CD
Spillin all this food for thought cuz I gotta feed the needy
Whippin buffets out the shop but I never been a Phoebe
I done really seen a lot, thoughts always on repeat
I'm floatin' in my room with my head spinning
Floatin' in my room with my head spinning
They wanna see me dead, I don't like living
Aim for the head, I won't haunt ya
See my face floating in the smoke of the ganja
Lemme talk to ya, the reaper still wants ya

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