CPSL0CK - Sriracha lyrics

[FDR speech sample] [Verse 1: Shiva] n***a I'm the brown note keep it low key doe And who really wanna mess with the evil And who really wanna f** with a soul shifter Make your toes curl quicker than heavy shots of hard liquor f** Someone tell me where's Jesus? Asked god and he told me who needs him Undefeatable creature Risen from the swamp flesh eating features Boyyyy Saddle up On the back of a packet of Camel Crush Slap on a siren and pretend to be an ambulance f**bois are all amateurs Undiscovered like the motherf**ing cancer cure White knuckle tight grasp on a handle bruh Enter into your skull brain damager And I'm Savanting with the savages f** all that lavishness I just wanna know where the cabbage is Piercing through the beat like a javelin What's happening Eyes closed time traveling What's the matter then n***a can't you see through the dreams on your TV screen I'm the motherf**ing money taking vending machine [Hook] It's the lucid crime stopper Sipping Ayahuasca I knew Someone told me my eyes redder than Sriracha (Luh luh luh) Like Sriracha (Bruh Bruh Bruh) Like Sriracha I knew Someone told me my eyes redder than Sriracha Lucid Crime stopper Sipping Ayahuasca I knew Someone told me my eyes redder than Sriacha They steady lyin' keep on preaching that Mufasa We reaching for the gold leave these f**bois with that copper [Verse 2: Shiva] And I would turn to drinking but it's on my left and I'm Zoolander Light the spliff and ash it on the stars of the spangled banner If you can't handle the demeanor of the meanest then prepare to face the demons on the prowl 'cuz they fiendin' This is ghost squad Palms so hot that I throw stars I don't approach y'all If I ain't ready and feeling it Ask the devil what a motherf**ing feeling is Then just Pull a katana and dice up a slice of the moon in the wake of destruction They running and hunting Shinobi are coming We rosary thumb till our fingers are numb Trembling Resembling the tides which abides by the flaws in the laws of motion Third eye now open thanks to newt eye potion Mine is not a way that is known to the samurai Draw the blade real quick Everybody die Just me myself and I Slicing through the breeze tell 'em never even try It's the source of all his power To devour seven souls in a god damn minute Dish six uppercuts God damn he ain't finished One dash two pivots Better get some new linens You bleed to me indifferent In the grave with the ghosts bet your pistol inefficient n***a [Hook]