Ghostemane - Exhumed lyrics

See I'm a suicidal kid without a future I'm quicker to bust yo face with a baseball bat before I shoot ya Bbq and bra** monkey hittin up Tha food truck The I take my chick right back to the crib and straight to kama sutra That schema posse b**h I don't give a f** about no hip sh** Nah this that cruisin down the highway gettin dome Pimp sh** Witta big junt in yo face 12s knockin like Tha police And best believe I'm worshippin the earth and listen to no priest Nah this that you don't really give a f** about a thang sh** Witta little bitta Pimp Ridin solo in yo donk sh** I'm bringin back that funk that make the devil wanna twist We groovin like its 1975 psychedelics in my fist Nah feel that liquor travelin through yo torso And lay yo head back blow that smoke into the ozone You sacrifice yo soul for a cult and you don't even know If not for Allan watts I woulda been dead a long time ago Well b**h I Neva listen pay attention to no hoe sh** Mothaf**as yapping like a b**h but they don't know sh** Crucify yo body then pretend I didn't know What I was really doin plead insanity in court Neva the one to be one in believin that one of my demons didn't know I'm a heathen Debatin the meaning of Genesis ready to die Like a f**in swine Keep on believin a reason to murder the ones that don't believe in believing I am the anti Christ I'm here to put an end to all them hopes you feedin Keep it g and mothaf** a Sunday morn in prison b**h I had it up to Here Wit all of that sh** you christen Missin me with your focus If Hocus pocus turn water to wine Sounds like the wool is over ya eyes I don't sympathize