Run a cyclone thru my home
I don’t even wanna be here no more
I’m no American idol
I’m more an American psycho
Error in my code
One shot two shot its a cycle
While they watch you from an eye-phone
Imma watch who? from a rifle?
I don’t really want you to die tho
I don't wanna be suicidal
Strictly sticking to the facts get your mind blown
I be whipping out quickly shut your pie hole
They be killing for the drugs and you buy those
You shoot up and pass out ya got high hopes
Oh you ain't ever heard of no bible
All my apple bars go bite those
I won’t kill you but my knife will
I'll make some pico de gallo
With just a beaker of bile
When they diagnose I’m like why hoe
Two birds of a feather on NyQuil
I don’t just tight write I tight rope
With the 45 feel fe fi phum
No pilots flying just pyros
You know the sithlord the rothchild
Got your kids file in a compile
Don't quote me on that tho what do i know
I got away with kill like 5-0
No 9-1-1 to dial
Recite my curses die-all
Give a fuck who I kill, necrophile