My power is divine, and has no limit
There is no force natural or supernatural that can stop me, or my mission

I'm trippin, no kiddin'
My mind, it function different
I'm wiggin', just listen
I'll tell you 'bout these visions
My mission, I'm driven
Arrested on suspicion
Undertaker, mortician
I fill in the position
I spoke it, it happened
It came into fruition
Existence is slippin'
I make no right decisions
Them pigeons, they smitten
They heard my shit be hittin'
Your savior, has risen
My head feel like a prison

Checkin' my list, checkin' it twice
I'm collectin' presidеnts, the skeleton typе
(They dead)
Howlin' at the moon now for several nights
Get to Elm Street, make a left then a right
Southside, Eastside, wash up on the seaside
Wack fit, cheap ride, IQ is at least five
Blindfolded, feet tied, roll you down the steep side
Burnt out, deep fried, agitate a beehive
Okay, okay
Talkin' with my dogs, I'm the Son of Sam
Okay, okay (Berkowitz)
Humans speak a language I don't understand
Okay, okay
Don't misjudge a man with a gun in hand
Okay, okay
Plus his family hungry, you gon' wanna scram
Ichabod Crane
Thrown away like loose change
Vincent Price
Rotten vital fluid runnin' through my veins
Late at night
There's a showing, come and see my house of pain
Got the face of Jack Skellington
Shadows I be dwelling in

I ain't wanna do it, but you made me
Dump out what's in the trunk, nothing but some junk
Mama like "What happened to my baby?"
Don't let him get famous
That shit would be dangerous
Bitch, this is severance
I'll erase the evidence
Locate where your weapons went
Picked up some malevolence
Read the EMF, there's a ghost in your residence
Now I see that every room I'm in, I'm the elephant

Way too numb
Family, look what I've become
That's a hit-and-run
Back to tablets on my tongue
Used to do that shit for fun
Twenty-seven club is young
Now let's gather 'round the table
Russian roulette with the gun
Watch me hit a hunnid, ain't no laws in this whip
Watch me snap my fingers, drop the drawls off a trick
I don't get too pressed, that's applause when I spit
Cribbo had a mouse in the walls for a bit
My goal is to make everyone hate me
Just had another episode, you caught it in HD
Took the 747 and I landed it safely
It's like every time I blink, a lil more crazy it makes me

I'm trippin', no kiddin'
My mind, it function different
I'm wiggin', just listen
I'll tell you 'bout these visions
My mission, I'm driven
Arrested on suspicion
Undertaker, mortician
I'm fillin' the position
I spoke it, it happened
It came into fruition
Existence, is slippin'
I make no right decisions
Them pigeons, they smitten
They heard my shit be hittin'
Your savior, has risen
My head feel like a prison