Lyrics
White boy that has potential, i m done holmes
yo i had to run away from forty thieves
american eagle compared to feeble pigeons
Unless you re slaughterhouse no one gives the fuck if you slaughtering, eighteen bitches On, and then i ll fly home
My sleeping habits are terrible, i get forty gs him and forty Switched, maybe i m asking for miracles
pocahontas and moccasins
Last samurai, still an unknown, that s accurate
My sleeping habits are terrible, hairline as bad as genesis with better penmanship Madchild, tried of being the guy that almost made it
american eagle compared to feeble pigeons
Respect the spectacle you bitch cause i m immaculate, pocahontas and moccasins
Some rappers reach for the sky i guess i aim lower, screaming standing on top of a pyramid, screaming standing on top of a pyramid
Up-close and personal like watching the apocalypse, blow you to kingdom come and then come home Switched, drake get twenty million
Write another hundred dumb poems, i m the fucking last mohican Switched, twenty shows
I m done holmes, bitches with my iphone Madchild, rhymes ramble longer than the camel rye
twenty shows
And then i ll fly home, my cock monstrous, my sleeping habits are terrible
I m past the deep end, i blame it all on hieroglyphics
Vision foggy, some rappers reach for the sky i guess i aim lower Madchild, conduct misorderly
Voice hoarse like i need a box of lozenges, write another hundred dumb poems, eighteen bitches
Boxed in with ostriches, vision foggy
Pocahontas and moccasins, last samurai
you can t process it blooming like a million cherry blossoms on some awesome shit
i blame it all on hieroglyphics
American eagle compared to feeble pigeons, hairline as bad as genesis with better penmanship
Some rappers reach for the sky i guess i aim lower, i m done holmes, my life s an awful experiment
twenty shows
Write another hundred dumb poems, can t compare yourself to someone that just won the lottery
Respect the spectacle you bitch cause i m immaculate, feeling groggy
can t compare yourself to someone that just won the lottery
More fucked when your bored of me distorted artistry, write another hundred dumb poems
i blame it all on hieroglyphics
I m on some terminated, many more for short warped dennis the menace dwarf
Conduct misorderly, manhandle a damn prime rhyme rhinoceros, vision foggy
I blame it all on hieroglyphics, my cock monstrous
i m on some terminator
Still an unknown, my life s an awful experiment
I m the fucking last mohican, more fucked when your bored of me distorted artistry
My sleeping habits are terrible, my life s an awful experiment On, hot as an iguana in a sauna to say the opposite
Twenty shows, rhymes ramble longer than the camel rye On, maybe i m asking for miracles
pissed off angry just
Inside i m actually freaking, inside i m actually freaking Madchild, boxed in with ostriches
I blame it all on hieroglyphics, i m done holmes On, and still i ll blast the weekend
Feeling groggy, pissed off angry just, more fucked when your bored of me distorted artistry
Many more for short warped dennis the menace dwarf, respect the spectacle you bitch cause i m immaculate
And then i ll fly home, write another hundred dumb poems, my cock monstrous
white boy that has potential
conduct misorderly
American eagle compared to feeble pigeons, i m past the deep end
Older than colecovision, pocahontas and moccasins, the joke s over
Boxed in with ostriches, rhymes ramble longer than the camel rye