(LORD LOONEY)
Blunt fatter than my lack of self esteem
I mean, sh**. I'm a rapper, so myself is all I need, right?
Hold my team tight
Poke a fiend's eye
Colder than the feeling of the Colt on a cold night
No, I'm never pa**ive when I'm rapping, bet the pastor asking
Where my a** has been, sinning masterfully and capping beats
Pad and pen is actually the closest thing I've got to a friend
Cause it don't slither when you need to make amends
(Cleanse me) NO! Only penance in the spliff I hold
Skipping through the meadow to this one, it's pitiful
Grip the sticky, flicking gimmicks to a bigger hole
While I'm busy sticking scissors through this motherf**in' centerfold
Pick apart the people that I picked to pick a part
Of my picky heart, picking pieces out the f**ing prickly part
Peaking only when I leave the other team in pieces
Which is easy…you just gotta be me
Really just an overzealous, seasoned little culprit, speaking
Truth and only truth to these cultured little broken leeches
s**ing up propriety… Don't lie to me
Drop atomic bombs on a puritan society
(OUTRO)
Urine in the eyes of these false prophesiers
I prophesize that you're probably gonna die first
Go and hire a hearse
b**h...