Third eye staredown , stoned like Medusa let her hair down
 

Sicker than open sores on our repitilian overlords
Swing golden swords .. titanium plated vocal chords
Fuck Micheal Cors my mic is core .molten lava spit twice as raw
Long dick knife ya whore . GPS to ya front door get ya wife explored
I’m sick in the head, small gun big infared.. simple ya dead
Son of a gun that’s Criminal bred , fast money criminal bread

SUBLIMINAL DREAD
INVADES THE MIND AND LIVES IN ITS STEAD
GETTING PERIPHERAL CRED MEANS NOTHING FROM THOSE I DIDN'T RESPECT
TAKE A KICK TO THE LEG
AND A FIST TO THE JAW. WHAT IM KICKING IS PURE
YOUR BITCH SAW MY DICK AND IMPLORED
"WHY, ISN'T THIS THE BIGGEST I SAW"
IT WASN'T A QUESTION. YOUR MOTHER LOVES ME UNDER HER BREATH WHEN
I PULL OUT AND JIZZ ABOVE HER CUNT ON THE SECTION
CAESARIAN. SHE GOT THEM YOGA PANTS AND SHES WEARIN EM
IM LIKE UH HUH
THAT COOTERS LOOKING FLUFFY DAWG I SWEAR IT IS.
KICK HER ABOUT HER HAIR AND THEN DIP TO WHERE MY HERITAGE EXISTS AMONGST BARBARIANS WHO SHIT AND EAT SAMARITANS
ONLY THE GOOD TYPE
MY DICK IS ONLY THE WOOD TYPE.
YOU NEED A BLUE PILL I NEED SOME DOME AND A HOOD DYKE
HYPING ME