This beat takes you to church, son. More rhymes and wordplay, no hook in sight.
lyrics
I shoot a rapper with a ray gun from Smash Bros
Cash flow, minimal, I dress like an asshole
Wifey looking at me like she don't even like me
To die alone, nothing is more frightening
But you'll get over it, gotta ride the lightning
The illest in my scene rocking these beats
From Tweggs, while yo girl eating mystery meats
History repeats, it's all been seen
Slack jawed if you had seen what Tak saw
I seen Satan playing cards with God
I seen too much, they wanna shut me up
But they can't cuz i really never even gave a what?
What a sick world
Senators pay extra for time with little girls
Sickening enough to make a nihilist hurl
Reckoning is near, I ain't living in fear
I get weird like the state that I reside in
You got a yacht? What's a yacht to Poseidon?
I don't follow rules that apply to men
We battle the exterior as we fight within
Underground, underwater, the leviathan
Killed emcees before and I might again
Me and the producer colder than Martin Buser
Bet, colder than my ex, that's a twofer
Bump it on your woofers while you flippin off the troopers
Or in your airpods while you travel on ya scooter
Otherwise, we shuttin you down like Hooters
Before you swallow, it's imperative to chew first
This dude work on a level so berserk
While jerks pop percs making nothing but dirt
I keep the ringer on, cuz God might call
Til then I'ma keep giving this my all
