VERSE 1 Even the devil denied you, and that's why you never die. To tell the truth, you should honestly live your life as a lie. I'm puffing the magic dragon, the rapture, Christ in the sky. But I've been so left behind, I look forward to when I die. Like, is it the end of days? My pen is like Hemmingway's, Carcinogens gettin' blazed...We've been sinning for days. She begged this dick for forgiveness and diamonds like Dallas Page... Devilish rock and rolling against the machines and rage... Shootin' at Lucifer 'front of church. Serve niggas like deep dish pizza, Chicago, it's Joey Purp. Bitch you everything that I'm not, hanging out the window in limos, More indo' than Indonesia...Banco it's Micheal Rocks... The cool kids, cooler than cooler, Frieza, the stool, sheeit... Not much of a difference between your bitch and the pool, stizz. Rolling, rolling, rolling, ain't slept since I went to school, thizz. Flirtin' wit' disaster like Molly Hatchet and school kids. CHORUS Stonewall Jackson, Sitting Bull with my platoon route. Lone Wolf, howling blowing smoke up out my moonroof. [X2] VERSE 2 Father was a rolling stone, so his soul, someone stole, Walking tall, toe in sole, park that flesh and tow his soul. Trail of tears like mobile homes...Unaware like Allen Stone, No his clone, Noah's clone...Ark just ain't my home. Cup runneth my chalice stained, taste victory, pallet's trained. Her nigga so mad I hatter, I wondered if Alice came. Bitch I'm off a football...I might lose it like Dallas games, They screaming that we the best like they heard DJ Khaled came... Eyes of the shimigami spread shatter wax like wasabi... Stumbled in like a zombie might take a shot like Hurambe, Then leader like get behind me, might russia minus the commies... Verses written in kanji; peace on Earth so please remind me... I don't matter, don't mind me...Sorry, you know how Twon be, I'm Gucci, you Ambercrombie; you dying, say hi to to Ghandi or, CHORUS Stonewall Jackson, Sitting Bull with my platoon route. Lone Wolf, howling blowing smoke up out my moonroof. OUTRO I see myself sometimes, I know that it might seem strange, But sometimes I cry...and I don't know why.

VERSE 1 This dick's a token of my gratitude. 'In a babbling Brooke, like Pontypool, I been in yo' house since In Your House and WWF Attitude. I exercise the wood and go against the grain... Rising up, she fight against the pain. I'm in her thighs and hood, she roll her eyes, it's good, and you don't have to ask, you know Elijah would, I'm in the fucking sky with my father, Luke, I'm the drunk uncle when I'm inside the booth. I'm feeling blessed, nigga my eyes' the truth... I'm the tank I just ride and shoot! Hallelujah! Pile the mula! Troy Palamalu, I'm the god and buddha in the For Horsemen, I ride the cougar! Flex Luger, foot tap the gas like I could ride a scooter! Hide medula! Smoking gouda! Eyes Medusa! Through the eyes of the blind, I'm defined. Potent and pine. Smoke in designer, I soak it in wine. Focused on Hocus, yo' hoe kiss this kind. Thought you would know, but you don't get the signs. Don't bitch and whine. I'm what you could be, just open your mind. I'm! CHORUS I'm...I'm...I'm...I'm... I'm...I'm...I'm...I'm.. We's eat the trenches...Me and my temptress... We on adventures, Dr. Venture... She needed interest... I gave her inches 'tween her dentures... Tee-hee'd and clenched her. She need a pimp and you the Simpsons. TV; defenseless.. Ain't even mentioned. VERSE 2 Now bitch I'm back at it... The child of God, the son of crack addict. My mother's a saint. Whippin' the stick, slab covered in paint... Scream "Fuck the world" like put rubbers to taints. Fuck til she faint, I love myself bitch so fuck what you think. Cup me a drink. Puff me some dank. Would love you but can't. I'm so far above and you sank. Wading below; wade in my woes. I spit a verse...all of them woah! I'm gettin' high; they're crawling below! Toss me a pussy like tossing a rose! I fell and rose! Majellan behold! My hell is a hole! I'm climbing up. Sighting the gold! Striking a pose! So in the wave, like a viking, I rode! Striking like lightening, a sight to behold! Bussin' a shell. Mario brothers, we pipin' dem hoes. Ace in the hole! I'm Busta Rhymes. Gimme some mo'! Low End Theory. Low and behold! Lower your panties, get caught in a hold! I'm pressed for time. Depressed, in a bind. Show me some , I'll possess your behind. I'm! CHORUS I'm...I'm...I'm...I'm... I'm...I'm...I'm...I'm.. We's eat the trenches...Me and my temptress... We on adventures, Dr. Venture... She needed interest... I gave her inches 'tween her dentures... Tee-hee'd and clenched her. She need a pimp and you the Simpsons. TV; defenseless.. Ain't even mentioned. OUTRO *Mark Hammil's joker laugh*

CHORUS Putimin Putimin Vladimir Putimin Put him in line! Put him in a coffin, wet him like a dolphin, He been playing possum, Put him line. This nigga's losing his cool like it's coolant, Aku, hit my Samurai jack, hit my line! I think he's losing his spine! If he think he's winning he's losing his mind! I'm! Putimin Putimin Vladimir Putimin Put him in line! Put him in a coffin, wet him like a dolphin, He been playing possum, Put him line. This nigga's losing his cool like it's coolant, Aku, hit my Samurai jack, hit my line! I think he's losing his spine! If he think he's winning he's losing his mind! VERSE Aye. Roll up the heavenly, then I inhale. Sleep wit' one eye open like I'm in jail. Spare my life, your honor. Psyche me the cell. Knight in shining armor might get impaled. Ugn. Niggas should hush. Slay like an animal, bitches'll mush! Like it was Crenshaw or Snow on the Bluff! Fuck wit' me Limbaugh, I'm feeling the rush! ...ugh. Speedy Gonzales, yet moving in silence, The Lord of the Rings like the movie The Hobbit. She gas me like Pilots, 'cause we got a bond like it's Quantum of Solace. Double O, 7, a quarter to zip... Bitch all I need is a 40 to sip! Chuck, I ain't Charlie, I'm more like The Clypse! Malice in chains, push a ton of the piff! Xan and addie in that slammed Caddy, When I buss a band, she go "Zamn zaddy!" Chuuch on the sabbath, had plans Sat'ty Y'all sellin' pies, off brand Paddy's. Merry Christmas bitch we smokin' the wreath! Pussy water, bitch I'm soakin the reef! Ashes to ashes and flowers to kief! Wendy's niggas eatin', where is the beef!? CHORUS Putimin Putimin Vladimir Putimin Put him in line! Put him in a coffin, wet him like a dolphin, He been playing possum, Put him line. This nigga's losing his cool like it's coolant, Aku, hit my Samurai jack, hit my line! I think he's losing his spine! If he think he's winning he's losing his mind! I'm! Putimin Putimin Vladimir Putimin Put him in line! Put him in a coffin, wet him like a dolphin, He been playing possum, Put him line. This nigga's losing his cool like it's coolant, Aku, hit my Samurai jack, hit my line! I think he's losing his spine! If he think he's winning he's losing his mind!

INTRO It's been brought to my attention that I am proficient... So at this point, I think it's best if I just do the talking and...you just listen... Yeah... CHORUS I see the darkness in sunshine! I could pick up your patterns by meeting you one time! You put faith in your leader, well I have become mine! Moonshine so potent, I have become blind! Eternal as sunshine VERSE Quckly, get me something stiff so I can sip it Drop the Tab just like a hippie, 'bout an hour 'fore it hit me, Gettin trippy. Hit the blunt like it was crack and I was Whitney, Get me outta here. Open like the muthafuckin sky before a cloud appears. Open like my muthafuckin dutch whenever loud appears. Catch me downing beers, shrouded in my crowd of peers, Proud of being out of fears, play my album and the crowd'll cheer. ...Baby am I gorgeous or garbage? Does this rum make pirate or am I just alcoholic? Rarely could see my problems, if I could, I couldn't call it, But I can see all the issues you carry because Uhaul it. You flaky, Alaskan pollock. You speak and it's only bollocks... Most creative expressions are splattered, I'm Jason, Pollock, Word to mirror. 'Cause thought I look broken like I am sin, The bitches fuck me because they see beauty that lies within. I got her ridin' Poseidon to crying of violins. That pussy fatter than me, but she fuck me like I am thin. I am him! In the flesh. Write scriptures while I'm possessed with visions of no emotions the moment I get upset. Yes! CHORUS I see the darkness in sunshine! I could pick up your patterns by meeting you one time! You put faith in your leader, well I have become mine! Moonshine so potent, I have become blind!

BISHOP Uh huh...yeah... Uh huh..yeah... ...Yeah When you got the juice you never lose it, And if you never had the juice you'd drown yourself in liquor 'fore you started making music. So air-headed that I thought I dug the acoustics, And 808s hit harder than the 'Goose hits. Welcome to the thin line of joys and sorrows, we ackin' stupid. The God said he'd spit it like The Blueprint Just to give his two cents, I hate to be a nuisance, While sparring with the mirror 'noticed your reflection do flinch. What a fucking coward. Far from the actually empowered. The Bruce Banner, stretching out his khakis, Eddie Bauers. Ego often blurries the vision like foggy glasses. Eyes catch the contact highs, the brain's blasted. Gotta be or else I might as well be in a casket. Or at least successful, what a bastard. Used to be a never been; could never be a has been. 'Funny how they treat the cleanest nigga like the trash bin, Ask him. And ain't nu'n wrong with the truth! Got the juice! Woulda threw that nigga Bishop off the roof! Catch a nigga doin' donuts hittin' switches in the coupe! I'm the realest nigga livin', here's the proof, Living proof, Nigga juice... And ain't nu'n wrong with the truth! Got the juice! Woulda threw that nigga Bishop off the roof! Catch a nigga doin' donuts hittin' switches in the coupe! I'm the realest nigga livin', here's the proof, Living proof. THE WIZARD OF OZ Nigga you know I put the work in... Titanic, Cha-la-blis, or the gin over rocks, the iceberg den. Still slurred. Jeans over the spurs, John Wayne. Cave a nigga face in, Saddam Hussein. Smoklin' C4. And we throw deuces in champagne, You on that John McCain campain, "You niggas losin." Straight outta Jerusalem, he like Jeru the Damaja. Got these intermediate niggas lookin' like amateurs. 2K raitings: 99 locked in the stamina. All-Star shooter. Shoot the fade with the nigga while he sleepin, Freddy Krueger. Ruby you with the Ruger... Ugn... Fadeaway for the camera. Block it, well can or can't ya? Xan in the Tropicana. 'Tussin inside the Fanta. Sip the potion like mana. Be a real man, baked, like potatoes and veal, lamb, Show you the anger inside the man like I'm a banner. Bruce to be exact. Loosely, I'm too attached. Turn loose leaf into a track. Smoke reefer like cigs and blacks. I'm the G.O.D. Geodude, I'm rock solid. Steady flexin' on my opponent, I pop collars. Grinnin' like the Wizard of Oz; Wizard of ounces. Moonwalking over the bricks, Mario Brothers, we are not plumbers! Feeling drained, hit the blunt and my eyes went Scott Summers! Sweatin' through cold winters and shivered through hot summers. Studied, and got dumber. My nigga Marvin's a Martian, his rover's a drop Hummer! The type of 808 that make Thor go, "It's not thunder?" Higher than Top Gun-ers, You niggas I'm not under. And ain't nu'n wrong with the truth! Got the juice! Woulda threw that nigga Bishop off the roof! Catch a nigga doin' donuts hittin' switches in the coupe! I'm the realest nigga livin', here's the proof, Living proof, Nigga juice... And ain't nu'n wrong with the truth! Got the juice! Woulda threw that nigga Bishop off the roof! Catch a nigga doin' donuts hittin' switches in the coupe! I'm the realest nigga livin', here's the proof, Living proof. Nigga juice.

CHORUS Went through my exorcism high! Twissin la! With no permission, I. Fist is high... Spot yo' bitch and we lockin' lips and eyes. Which am I, A witch doctor or in yo' bitch's thighs? It's a bird... It's a plane... No stupid bitch, it's God! Kiss the sky! Twissin la! With no permission, I. Fist is high... Spot yo' bitch and we lockin' lips and eyes. Which am I, A witch doctor or in yo' bitch's thighs? It's a bird... It's a plane... No stupid bitch, it's God! VERSE 1 Foam'n the cup. Controlling the phone and the clutch. Give 'em the finger I'm using the cover the hole in the dutch. If you ain't been holdin' us down, don't be holdin' us up. Hol on, wassup? Runnin' his pockets like, "Bitch, what you got? What you holdin'? Wassup?" Splatter your bladder, your mind, and your matter, Don't mind, you don't matter; you know you some cut. I'm in the pocket like quarters, so quote us, You know it's Meliodas, po' dis and puff. I'm so Biggie, that you know it's some 'Puff. Soy, I'm saucy, so you know it's some duck. Caught the yellow fever smokin' some 'Gold. Type of closer that'll open your soul. Busta, Metro Boomin, want me some mo'. Raven Simone. CHORUS Went through my exorcism high! Twissin la! With no permission, I. Fist is high... Spot yo' bitch and we lockin' lips and eyes. Which am I, A witch doctor or in yo' bitch's thighs? It's a bird... It's a plane... No stupid bitch, it's God! Kiss the sky! Twissin la! With no permission, I. Fist is high... Spot yo' bitch and we lockin' lips and eyes. Which am I, A witch doctor or in yo' bitch's thighs? It's a bird... It's a plane... No stupid bitch, it's God! VERSE 2 Whippin' the brick. Tiger Woods, stiff with the wrist. Swisher's a kiss on the lips. Blowing my mind, while she be blowing my mine. How you suck dick with the lisp? Steady as a rock when I get my fix. Bet I'd have you hooked if I get fish. Rock and Roll all night if I get to KISS. Sierra, how I'm in the midst. Shit. So much class, these bitches gettin' dismissed, I'm the president, dean, and the ones on his list. Grading papers, how I play wit' the check. Rooster roosting how she sway wit' the neck. Kill the pussy, then I pay it respects. The fat lady been singing song after song, so at this point I'd say it's a set. Degeneration X. Flex. CHORUS Went through my exorcism high! Twissin la! With no permission, I. Fist is high... Spot yo' bitch and we lockin' lips and eyes. Which am I, A witch doctor or in yo' bitch's thighs? It's a bird... It's a plane... No stupid bitch, it's God! Kiss the sky! Twissin la! With no permission, I. Fist is high... Spot yo' bitch and we lockin' lips and eyes. Which am I, A witch doctor or in yo' bitch's thighs? It's a bird... It's a plane... No stupid bitch, it's God! OUTRO God! What if I fell and bumped my head, and I'm in the afterlife, but I just don't think I'm dead? Running away from all the things that I never said. ...That's what I get from living life on the edge! ...God! What if I fell and bumped my head, and I'm in the afterlife, but I just don't think I'm dead? Running away from all the things that I never said. ...That's what I get from living life on the edge!