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Life tried to sell me lemons, offended
I'm sick as f*ck can't you see I need medicine, preference
Cherry flavored sedatives, I'm trying to cherry pick life
And I just found the hymen
Barely licking, I'm drowning at the dine-in
Shits popping
Supposed to be fighting crime
But I'm hungover and tired, wilding from last nights riots
Electrolytes, I'm out the door by nine, with a tire iron
Flying skyward
Senses Heightened
Psychiatrist advice avoid violence
She said "Simply, solve that shit with the silence"
What about a knife fight at the drive-in
Typical gas station knife type shit
I'll just slide in, like I won the Heisman
Incentivize 'em, see who wins and high-five 'em
25 cents to see Cujo fight Mike Vick
Hit up Triller, get Tiger Woods in with Tyson
Enter for prizes, enterprising
Airhorn siren, I'm the fireman
Pissing out fires started with gas I happen to syphon
Blindfolded riding, pit maneuvering cops without a license
Can't tell me what to do if you ain't Simon
Samurai slicing through tyrants spinal chords while I'm high as shit
Righteous
I might just
Throw a porn addicts Mac and a toaster in the ocean, fry Poseidon
Take his trident as a trophy, tell the CDC it was a virus
You trying to talk shit get in line bitch
We on some Vigilante shit bitch

Oh yeah, fucking nuisance
No one asked 'em to prove it
Yeah under the influence
Thinking they Superhuman
Oh no, fucking nuisance
No one asked 'em to prove it
Nah under the influence
Thinking they Superhuman

Hopping out the phantom
Making Batman throw a tantrum
Not my fault he was abandoned
Handsome, pissing in his mansion
Holding Robin ransom
Just needed the fandom
More like infamy
Blacked out Chuck activity, remember me
Never reach fatigue
Rage against that machine
I'm spreading my disease
Hung some Joker up a tree, Harley got the backhand
Just some shit heroes don't understand
Went downtown to continue my spree
I'll play in the debris
Listen to some pleas
But never gaurentee
What's a clown to bat without a vaccine
Your name on a stat sheet
Throwing Superman through a boutique
Raking his face across the concrete
About to press delete
Go get something to eat, cannibalistic end credit scene
Shot some heat at a deadbeat
Donald Trump sending a tweet from a backseat
Like he free styling to a beat CD he stole from me
Saw me on a poster across the street
Just thought life was bland
We trying to do something grand
There's a world to command
If I don't get it all, Ill be damned
Have it all in the palm of my hand
Play with it like I'm in the sand
See what the world can withstand
Then see where the people stand
Fake it or make it, there's no good or bad
Bend it or break it no one will ever care or understand
Damn

Oh yeah, fucking nuisance
No one asked 'em to prove it
Yeah under the influence
Thinking they Superhuman
Oh no, fucking nuisance
No one asked 'em to prove it
Nah under the influence
Thinking they Superhuman

Swapped belts with Orion
Bitch my calendar Mayan
Like these rappers were dead on arrival
Killing the game a scratch that I might itch
Minding my hands what if I'm Midas
Slightest bit of arthritis
Sleight of hand mic grip
Priceless
Royal fucking highness
Eyes red, bored, and lifeless
Just here to cause crisis
Hire a psychic just to ask where the bitches at
Then kick back and kick out all the bitches who replied to that
I might attack the bitch that give me a Twizzlers
Make me nipple twist a stripper
Pistol whip her for a fifth of some shitty liquor, still tip her
Hit the pisser, reminisce my most previous bender
Hella blitzed, missed, peed on my timbers
Rinse 'em in vinegar
Shining and shimmer simmer bitch, sit on a dick Im in the middle of shit
Disappointed death fickle
Been lacking, planning on jacking his sickle
Switching to third person he's gone schizo
Laugh at the Batman signal, make a madman giggle
Bad plan tripping on bad tablets in the middle of little kids batting practice
Grand slam tactician master, the fastest knee cap handicapper
Make 'em kneel to the new rap master
Hasn't been crowned yet the champion rappers
They working too hard
Champion sweaters, drenched in Ambien sweats
Like they'll be whipping an ambulance next
But the chants gets faster and faster they know they up next
Throws the cape in the trash bin asking if they really up next
As if they forgot they studied for the test
Test
Testes
Yeah bitch try to test these
Vigilantes
Yeah bitch, Vigilantes

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