Graphic - Sweatshirt lyrics

[Verse 1: Khushal Boss] Welcome to the mind of the most revered Scarred with the truth that I'd always feared No time for pain or the blood in my tears Dancing with the devil till my d**h comes near Now I'm back to slash trachea's out of the throats of sinners Look into my eyes I'm determined to be the winner Big beard bandit with badges on brown blazers Bashing brains with books and bodies with black tasers Once upon a time, there lived a king without a castle Born without a pastor, and dance like Dizzee Rascal I'm on that triangle 3 digits like pascal I would try to be the greatest but its not worth the ha**le In this new age game, I'm playing the front position Screw a fishing pole, I'm on a mission for these digits Sicker-than STI's no lies, its my condition Talking WRX, what you talking bout man? Row the boat, cos it potent like broke chemicals Floating on that dope, but nope its not medicals Grope the opening of hope tunnels with soap, lotion And motion the whole ocean into this damn commotion I'm element 92, split with atoms from guns blowing And showing no resistance to persistence from Oprah I'm doper bra, spit toxins I'm eating cobras And Hova was impressed by Cole's flow and, uh, beats I beat the beat up with my feet and pairs of cleats Then eat the meat, seeping through bleeding trees I'm ECOPS with the rest of 10's best, I'm blessed Wearing 2 crests, I'll put it to the test, made a mess Just a jest, I make gestures with jesters no uncle fester Learn a lesson, make investments with people from the west Stop the WAR, spelt backward is what we are [Verse 3: Khushal Boss] Rebels with medals of honour, flora or fauna We k** em all till they goners, forget the blood on the carpet That's some smooth criminal, minimal damage to their spindles Cause there's no mitosis for these halitosis locusts, get the potion And soak clothes with chloroform till they pa** out And gas out like O2 in cylinders I'm pillaging villagers With iPhone apps, so now vibe on that Ain't got time for that, watching vines on crap Websites, shout out to the angels that didn't even raise me Cos angels don't have time to be crazy or even praise me Telling my god to save me or place me inside an AV Movie with the sound off, now I let that round off I'm so heinous, I'm out of this world, Uran*s And crushing the rich and famous, put a cannon inside your an*s What remains is just fragments of dead haters, RAW Light the foam cups and watch microphones bust Tailgate this big rig like dodge vipers on trucks I'm not the type of man to rust, I might be anchoring the trust Now she thanking me for lust buts its kinda like she must Be joking when she poking up the coke and uh I'll say it one more time, don't do d** people Kidnap King Kong and climb to the top of the steeple Drink juice out the beetle, get into the foetal position Because they wishing that they never unleashed This beast, when I'm reaching and I'm preaching like priests Eat the whole garden when I'm having my feasts Beat you in the human race, welcome to the next heat Screaming for reasons that no ones feeling Feel the season bleeding the scheming and all the dreaming Is vividly defined, like burnt stars in the sky Getting high off that CO, monoxide...