Tabs - Quantum Leap (Cycles To Gehenna Freestyle) ft. Coal Cash lyrics

[Coal] Hatch the ghost from your shell, with the most spells known to melt face Sippin' on star lava, spit bars hotter than hell's gate The shell makes a gaping hole, bodies faking a soul Roll you in a carpet, bury your carca** in basements to stow Below foundation when you face him tell Satan hello Your hoe gets salutations, I'll f** her face and put ace in the hole Got no ? a viking horde the world will fall before me So call me the lord, you swing a sword like a girl with Palsy All exalt me and fall falty s** my balls they're salty A sorcery charge and to who's asking who, tell him Roger Daltrey My catapults free a barrage you couldn't dodge accosting Of course we sabotage, call me Oz I am a god of sorcery Watch me force feed a dick to your b**h's bu*thole A cold disposition, the apparition of Tristan Ludlow The blood flows a ? and nuts sold ?nukin' troops Execute these f**s, my style erupts like a Bazooka Tooth Salute the truth, you bigshot I make the cannon shatter Cadaver from graveyards raising the bars like a salmon ladder My patterns gather a new revival to dilemma Dismember pretender disciples when I Cycle to Gehenna The epicenter inventor when I demonstrate with this hate Quaking to make the world remember the energy state I emanate Inseminate to shape it better when every whatever I make is great While I innovate, but you could never to devastate what you create [Tabs] Tabs, the leader Quantum leaped into a planet eater after a gla** of ether, acid tabs and a ma**ive bag of reefer Thoughts pa** across my synapse so fast it could surpa** a cheetah In a mad dash after a pack of zebras Trapped inside my mind my thoughts have cabin fever A balanced libra, smash the beaver of some diva a** bashing Easter In a Nascar speedster, my seat ain't fastened either Blasting heaters after basking in a bath of mad tequila You see through a** about as potent as a half a zima Smoking so many opponents, I'm choking from the emphysema I feel like I'm half asleep in the land of dreamers, grab a ? Who came to remove the stain like Stanley Steamer Fighting all them nightmares that appear as real Wielding steel sharp enough that it will peel through shields Pedal to the floor, ignoring the fear I feel Grip so tight I leave fingerprint impressions on the steering wheel Don't get me wild, I chew through nails like a pedi-file Then go and take the head of a pedophile I made the Devil smile, ‘cause I'm going to Hell in style On an Orange-County Chopper, Gehenna cycle I got a special with a red dot, f** a vest I'm posing for the camera, so I'm sending head shots Looking like the Ghost Rider when I blow by the rest stop f** your fleet, we run these streets like Fred in Bedrock And it's all systems go Pedal to the floor as if y'all didn't know And it's full speed ahead, ‘bout to change the globe That's why my foes need me dead (x2) [Coal] Strained by the crosses we tow Demons feed off on every corpse that they grow They eatin' off of your souls Pained by the losses we hold When every thought we were told forced us to loathe until we're lost and alone Chains that abort us below And all the talk we uphold molds cohorts and draws more forks in the road Stained by the loss of control We're too remorseless to bold up for a course we beat the horse till it's slow Flames that'll scorch when we grow The blowtorch'll supports until it warps and burnt the fort till it's smoke Claimed that we offered them hope Told them in water, you can choke from tryna float then threw em off of the boat No gain for the fortune we know Instead ashamed for the abortion will prow, no need for coffins below Estranged in an orphanage home The family forced him to moan, they leave a child to a pedophile's throne Bread and defiled by Rome, while morlocks get blown over bones Catching dome in Vatican catacombs Pagan maiden mother in chrome, which is a aided by an ancient unknown As Carl Sagan had shown Illumination occupation a home Indoctrination, freemasons of stone, building Lord Satan a home Creation a whole nation of clones, we've grown a prone to succubus Homunculus promised a wondrous tone [Tabs] Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa, chill What the f** are you doin' bro? This is my mixtape. This is not the Coal mixtape (This is mine, this is my show.) When we have the Coal mixtape you can go off, ‘cause right now, you're just trying to make me look bad (Now you're just showing off) And I don't appreciate it, one, bit