[The bu*tress]
I invoke you great arch angel my boss. Lord of fire. I intrude you to preside over this right of consecration. May your angel ?? guide my sense upon the path. May he guide me to the seraph. Glorifier, the blessing of the Almighty. Invest this dagger, the sacred powers of virtues, whereby I may perform the operations for which it is designed
Yo. Yo
You pimpin', I'm different
I drop liquid 'sid tablets like Syd Barrett did
Visions of burning infants in their carriages
I got papers, psyche records, like get it, I wake out of it
I'll split his bayliss quick
All I want to do is embarra** him
And catch bodies, like toilet water during miscarriages
Inherently I dumb out like six generations of mixed marriages
Once that sun go down, blunt soaked viles and son goes wild
I turn up and cut throat smiles
I clutch toast for gun codes filed
Dust whole styles
I'll punch you in the f**ing face so hard I'll give the back of your head a front profile
I'm not leaving 'til someone's headless
Look at my face, you'd think I pop heaters unexpected
I'mma catch a body on cam, probably leave this one arrested
You ain't see me come in with no b**hes, I Scott Peterson all my exes
Wow that's not..No offense.. to those.. (and she's looking at me like..)