Mothman prophecies Oneson Clang

[Intro]
Uh...
Mothman Prophecies, an omen with a pair of wings
They say to peep that show, but I seen Stranger Things
I don't want the dismal attention that danger brings
Yet most of these people would say anything for a chain and rings
Just know that everything you claim clings
And if you backstab somebody they'll remember how the pain stings

[Verse 1]
I'm not with all of that, [bogus on my player top?]
Because it's not real, faker stop, take a walk-
Know the deal, I didn't come to taint y'all fun
Just to get gas like a paintball gun, and see I ain't all done
I'm the supplier when you can't call one
Get the idea like a Saint Paul son, I'm on one
But really I never cared if I was put on last
I'm like my Acura, why? 'Cause I'm good on gas
Too many rowdy rap spitters got their hood on blast
So if there's cops, hide your kush inside the cushion fast-
Conceal that
Any information don't ever reveal that
And don't open your mouth if they beg you to squeal that
Only genuine people really can feel that---
What is it?