I'm blowing on backwoods stuffed with psychiatrics
Coughing with a hack like a playa out of practice
20 in my nose whatever get it done the fastest
Eyes closed praying for apocalypse disasters
No gods no masters no before no after
But ugly mane will make you disappear just like the rapture
Dodging destiny still the coffin like a bed to me
The voices spoke incessantly
My pride is what they fed to me
Tried to read the messages but words was wrote illegibly
The Hennessy suppressing all my memories
The mirror showed me glimpses of the enemies oppressing me
Toxic thought telepathy
Living legacies
We're rocking weapons like accessories and dying for supremacy
But really we're as significant as centipedes
Crawl around the earth with no identities
You're not special don't pretend to be
Your tendencies are so predictable its difficult to remedy
I could read a billion books still not know what pill i took
I could have a million guns i still walk with Achilles foot