Common components of his conscious cause slowness at the least
Majors creasing time and space, amazing feature
Frail and meek, but strain his speakers when he think
(uhhhhh)
Greatest beaker based experiment
Yet fiend to stay deceased
Rip the lyrics from his speech
Sip the tea and spayed the beat
Hit the nearest self-destruct lever
Better luck his luck never better but get stuck
Between slitting wrists and
"bruh, rough sweater"
Toughen up
Nuts...
Never one to fuss
But
Better on the cusp of bad and awful
Aw, shucks
He shed his outer shell and fresh as potholes
Plus
Something clever up his tux
Sleeve
Never mind the cuts
Nothing better than his tongue
To heat the wreckage writ for lunch
(Breaks)
Breakfast once the sun wakes
Nexus to the sun based deity he once pray to
Preach until the sun rain
But gee, I bet he dumb great
And never keen on faking features for the fun sake
Reaper wielding lunch trays
Cleaning since he just ate
Poor people posing pious when a Sunday
Reaches for em
Dunce stay deceitful for the cash
Or the ma**es attention
I see they trapped in a matrix as I rap in a sentence