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[Verse 1: Momo]

It's the philosophical

Sending doctors to hospitals

Fill my pockets with rocket fuel

Sick mind, inoperable

Opposite of the gospel

Opposite of apostles

Tryna stop all the sinning, I swear that shit is impossible

Flow's oxymoronical

Comical fucking chronicle

You know, why ladies they

Visit, the kind's conjugal

Rappers fucking making me

Sick to my abdominal

Willis, "What I'm talkin bout"

Phyllis, and I'm Michael Scott

You already know, blunts of that medical

SUS GANG, knock you n***as off of ya pedestal

Selling kids, bags of broccoli, I call it con-nobis

The type to sell whiskey at Alcoholic's Anonymous

I'm a bad influence, probably cause I'm under it

Don't consent to searches, these fucking cops can suck a dick

Flow wetter than summer weather hitting ya under pits

Punchlines softer than a bunter hits

Fucking bitch