I told Jesus to believe in us , he got speechless , smiled teethless , i put my cleats quick in his upper lip so he could smile for the cameras just a bit But then he did a whole fucking back flip And turned shit on my like fuckin Schindler’s list And ever sense I’ve been walking around town like meat menced I jogged alongside a sprinting dick , he didn’t cum to quick , he quit , trips and fall on his balls so I kicked him while he was down like a soccer ball with a shit eating frown All around town like a fuckin spaced out prick My minds been sick since I graced Moms tits This magnificent shit is coming from a magnitude that I can’t explain But malleable as it is I still feel like I could almost break Mastodon grip on the game till my guns drop This is a masterpiece of mentality straight out of your favorite Spielberg scene Flying over your heads with Dre beats in as my fuckin ears pop Brains all criss crossed like fire and water trying to fight for the smoke while the wind Stops Mischievous malicious content For your kids to come up to Cuz this shit is dope as cocaine wrapped up in a tissue Walk-in out the back with a bloody nasel like man what in the fucks the issue Strapped for cash in the back of cab thinking bout how this is exactly where geniuses live In the back Blasted or smashed I wouldn’t pass up another chance to use music to build up stacks This concrete jungle is nothing compared to the wonder in my thunder dome mind You lackluster fucks couldn’t understand a bit if you tried My soul will stay sprinting circles around you quacks after my body died Just never forget this shit is comin from two dudes with brains fried That’s what’s hilarious about us hanging you snakes out to dry. Lol we’ll make boots out that shit and stomp around like fuckin el chapo Flames shooting out the back of the lowered Monte Carlo My crescendo happening while others still playin Nintendo 64 But soon I’ll be napping after rollin A blunt in my 64 Passion project no way this shits A fortress and no thing can stop Us from movin No way Fashion protest and slay gifted Chimaera minded and stay fuckin Lifted Tilt my brim down low where my eyes stay too Glued too the goals that differentiate us from all of you Stirring the pot like ole forgotten ass Johnny rotten, still here Never gone and not forgotten.