Hymn Downstairs - The Real lyrics

[Cplex] No one cares anymore What's up Mr. record exec? We here front door My freedom of music you don't comply So I made this track to nut in your eyes We don't respect ya gangsters, support the f*ggots and then some I don't hate you gotta eat right? Let's step off them Seeing kids with their bu*t holes open Controversy I'm spoken What you think I couldn't spit? What an idiot Stupid I get busy, put a muzzle on me? You can't I'm a grizzly b**hes love the dick, signatures of they scriptures of the night I made them feel good [Taur aka Hymn Downstairs] I blasted out my skin suit to worlds I've never been to Time and space ain't really sh**, but thin fabrics I rip through My pen cause the winds to spin oceans into whirlpools No folks to feel inept to Or hope that they'll accept you f** you all I'm skating on the deep blue ice of Neptune Then flashing back to Earth to f** with you and drive you mental Free from this rotted bloody flesh and bony vessel Just hope your god will bless you, like you always hope he'd meant to Depend on your religion in the prison you confess to My afterlife's the perfect verse on Primo instrumentals You've seen a couple mountains? you fancy yourself special? I walk the Mars terrain to hunt for Martians I can wrestle Then watch a thousand asteroids, avoiding certain doom I've seen the Earth rise in skies with dozens of moons Stars colliding rapidly, the d**h of living naturally I'm chillin' watching supernovas blow in zero gravity Then peeping supermodels in daisies living so happily Long legs stretching, picking apples from an apple tree Creeping with my powers, no longer counting them hours The visuals I devour with Scar Jo up in the shower