[Verse 1]
Time is the b**h sister of the cousin of d**h
Wish completion for my mission ‘fore the breath leave my chest
We getting left for the rest of them bugging boys
Laying with the cuddly toys, hiding from the extent
I put my faith into MNET to thinly veil my
Misteps, I diss vets but I covet checks
Become a Hellboy to settle to rest
Catch dysentery threats from the heart of the ugly noise
I left the matrix to seek green digits
But he just a middle character who yearns for business
And burns his bridges so his past can't find him
An avid climber till the path reach briers
Becomes weary as his neighbor gets higher
A different green number needing chips from the fryer
Rev up the kinder side of the side clerk
A limerick needs color ‘fore it drips through the mire
So as the hero trudges through the Boggly woods
He hopes the gray scale boo-ers mind their words
Run from the Terraformars
Before they take our sk**s and destroy our stars
[Verse 2]
I've had enough of f**ing with the Hortons asking “who you gon be?”
Like the doctor would have told me how they're dizzy like me
Built a ladder from the Woods writ in paint on my door
From the nation I implore, don't fear the high seas
Cause unless I'm a dirty who*e stamping on the Jersey Shore
You can bet your a** I'm involved with the flirty gore
Masochistic since the day I was born
Game tries to k** me so I plug myself more
I adapt to other cultures cause it's Gucci to me - ah
Sipping Soju spirits in the Seoul of Kore – ah
My Kokoro connecting with the hearts of the She – ah
The bottom line describing I'm a Prince to the Shei – la
Royalty is free if you compelled enough
But of course you scared to see/sea if you ain't sailed enough
Blinded by the lie you failed if you ain't sell enough
You'd be better gouging eyes till you're Oedipus
A bad motherf**er is the only way to be when you're
Surrounded by the f**bois, a Midsummer's dream
Do not go gently without a good fight
If you're failing bite the ear that hears your gripes, you'll be aight
[Verse 3]
Sometimes I'm feeling unfortunate, surrounded by hopelessness
Binding anxiety, this incurable dizziness
But stomping through the mud cause it's raining is pointless
So I turn on my headlights and pray for no incidents
It's no damn coincidence that I'm holding the gavel and while I'm
Waiting on my hearing to get better I'm having a panel
Illustrate my consciousness with bread from the batter
So getting sadder is a guilt that I abstain to anoint him with
We chasing the storms and then, telling the fork to bend
Series of Unfortunate Events is at a bitter end
His adaptation proving that with movement you can get ahead
The casket opened, showing heart of gold to all the bitter friends
Buried by the hands that were tainted in the first place
Married to the fans and he treat em like his birth place
King without a crown or a throne or a cursed fate
Restless so he f**ed the whole world on the first date
Yeah, now he in first place