Are we in hell yet or just another telnet

Business as usual is the way that they tell it

I won’t buy it no matter how they sell it

Got the fire power all that’s left is to propel it

To the Brother Neros and All of you other zeroes

Tell me, how the fuck is a nada gonna compete with Kazuchika Okadas?

Salman Rushdie the way I even beat the fatwa

Practice your katas before you get caught up

How you gonna kick when you can’t even the guard up?

I’m floating past that shit like I’m Zenyatta

I’m floating past that shit looking like I’m Zenyatta.

You gotta suffer nowadays to experience artistic anarchy

Invest in hiding explosives inside of art galleries

AR-15 all of your cowardly mentalities.

Ey, what I gotta do to see Wrestlemania attended by Brendan Dassey?

And earthquakes at every political rally

Feel me or kill me, the invitations still open

And yet it seems I’m still me

I fuck with latinas like Link fucks with ocarinas

Like alcoholics fuck with tequila

Like Selina fucked with latinas.

Things often come full-circle at points

When they have true meaning.

Perhaps shouldn’t have painted the glyphs to summon these demons

Once we break into eden, there’s no chance we’re leaving prior to bleeding.

Not even, what the fuck were you thinking

When you fucked with these heathens

All I need is a psychologist

Down to analyze all of this

Turn down voices in my head like a fader

I’m pushing off these haters like Tony Hawk’s Pro Skater

And if she don’t suck dick I’m out window with a kickflip

She got mad when the script got flipped

No fakie, what up Chad Muska?

Street style Bob Burnquist

Hold that while I subvert this

No file format can’t convert this

Try just once to avert this

Feel like I’m god sent I’m never gonna relent

By definition that’s never ending heaven sent

Death is not a negative

Life is a white elephant

In retrospect, nix the psychologist

They probably just incompetent

Here’s something with which I’m confident in

We’re better off burning down monuments

Than praising them

On this I’m obstinate man

And I’ve laid out the game plan

For anyone who can follow it, man

Stand back you don’t wanna be next to me

When I whip out the phylactery

I sell black magic propane and propane accessories.

In the pro lane so please stop testing me

Profane money for memes is a corporate scheme

Get rich quick dreams lead to property liens

They reveal the details on the automatic sequences

A single memory leak will point to your weakness

That’ll render it rudimentary to sneak in.

Easy takings for whatever they’re seeking

Turn the wrong corner. neck will end up slashed

Xed out, covered in red like confederate flags

Bitch is you mad, cuz you got had?

Call my comrades to stab up on your keypad

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Another port for their data jacks

And data traps

Prey that your fate ain’t that

Take it back. Take it back.