[Intro]
Nebula Mensis
The month of fog
Jason Jackson's alive

[Verse 1: Spice 1]
'68, convertible Pontiac midnight blue with the brains blown
Supercharged with the glass packs burning rubber at, every angle
Fish tailing through your city n***a, smoking everybody block up
Racks for the pinks get your money ready slow whips, eat my dust
Switches on clips and six fours we keep choppas, bitches with clips in they clit female mobsters, fool a n***a with the makeup, catch a n***a slipping then they get to dipping swoop a n***a whole cake up, shit is all part of the game, but yet I'm a whole different type of mobster, but I'm still the same beast, what they say about a lion
When he getting hungry then he gotta eat
N***a you can sleep when you're dead imma be in these haters nightmares, in a whip with his bitch sliding sideways to the next light
Yeah, roll right past n***as throwing up gang signs on the palm trees
With the Nike Cortez and the khakis and I took the [?]
Or the creased 501's, I be from the 510, n***a with an attitude
Mix 'em in the pot, cook 'em like gumbo

[Verse 2: Jason Jackson]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Going straight fucking dumbo what it feel like when yo lungs broke choppin' n' burnin' a dumb foe
Fucking around with my old bros I ain't joking I got the machet-e go to sleep getting so scary
Waking up from bloody wet dreams, seeing a litterer in the park, serial litterer in the park better duck before you getting sparked you sin to death my wings are black the cigarette will sing my death the angels of death will free my breath the wings of death will bring me to the end, in the future know we all just eating plastic bread

[Verse 3: Jason Jackson]
Rolling round town blowing loud with my crowd but I bow to the clown with the makeup covered frown burn it down all down rolling up I'm skipping town with the lord of bad luck, blowing loads up of the loud out the truck, serial killing 'em touching up on the clitoris, fucking in the forest I be cutting down coniferous, I be cutting down the tree in the park where I brought all the homies to go spark yeah, light the fire in my tent getting fucking bent, got a siphon for the blood I'm getting fucking wet, just yesterday I had to go accept death, teaching me a lesson now I'm feeling second chance, walking home alone I ain't bored I'm just blessed, this segue to another black hole I guess, all the emptiness, I feel it in my chest, I need some fucking afterglow like cubensis
[Bridge: Jason Jackson]
You walk home alone be careful
You don't know where the stones get thrown
You eaten whole now the bear full
You in the dirt while the trees grow
Burn it all down pyro-addict and I'm chilling where the leaves at
Falling down I'm waking up, the bus has stopped
And I'm alone

[Verse 4: Jason Jackson]
With the white dove messenger goddess I be stressing her feeling weak the 7's up, getting lost up in the fog, white dove bundle up ask yourself what do you love Nebula Mensis got a hold all up on my conscious I be falling, frosted caustic drink the blood I gotsta got a blizzard turning to a yeti better stop it, Spice 1 White Dove Doveferatu drinking blood while the money going up, shoutout Chicago the party ain't getting stopped hoe, feeling like 69 the way that I'm getting mobbed bro, bout to say fuck it and just call this the intro, Freddy vs Jason going partially skitzo
Creeping in the woods with my all black nazguls
This shit feel like no block where the fuck y'all at though?
Motherfuckers going in I be fucking going down
To the bottom of the fucking trench and I'm, Gone
Wicca Wicca Wicca Whom
Yeah wow, Jason Jackson got style

[Chorus: Jason Jackson]
Recording with some paint in the trunk
Dump, boutta dump
Recording with some paint in the trunk getting dumped
Who is fucking who
The fucking brewing fumes will ensue
The fucking fumes will ensue
The fucking fuuuumes
Who is fucking who the fucking brewing fumes will ensue
[Outro]
Nebula Mensis
The month of fog