See I'm a suicidal kid without a future
I'm quicker to bust yo face with a baseball bat before I shoot ya
Bbq and bra** monkey hittin up Tha food truck
The I take my chick right back to the crib and straight to kama sutra
That schema posse b**h I don't give a f** about no hip sh**
Nah this that cruisin down the highway gettin dome Pimp sh**
Witta big junt in yo face 12s knockin like Tha police
And best believe I'm worshippin the earth and listen to no priest
Nah this that you don't really give a f** about a thang sh**
Witta little bitta Pimp
Ridin solo in yo donk sh**
I'm bringin back that funk that make the devil wanna twist
We groovin like its 1975 psychedelics in my fist
Nah feel that liquor travelin through yo torso
And lay yo head back blow that smoke into the ozone
You sacrifice yo soul for a cult and you don't even know
If not for Allan watts I woulda been dead a long time ago
Well b**h I Neva listen pay attention to no hoe sh**
Mothaf**as yapping like a b**h but they don't know sh**
Crucify yo body then pretend I didn't know
What I was really doin plead insanity in court
Neva the one to be one in believin that one of my demons didn't know I'm a heathen
Debatin the meaning of Genesis ready to die
Like a f**in swine
Keep on believin a reason to murder the ones that don't believe in believing
I am the anti Christ I'm here to put an end to all them hopes you feedin
Keep it g and mothaf** a Sunday morn in prison
b**h I had it up to
Here
Wit all of that sh** you christen
Missin me with your focus
If Hocus pocus turn water to wine
Sounds like the wool is over ya eyes
I don't sympathize