[Intro]
Just your left hand
Just your right hand
[Verse 1]
A hypnotist put me under a spell
To be the sickest lyricist to ever exist
And the plot twist: he had a heart attack and died
Before he could stab me out of it
Recognised by Mensa and the Catholic Vatican
As a prophet and a keeper of God's pen
Prestigious religious shadow advocate
Cursed with a sacrilegious mind that is deep, and a conjoined twin
Not fully developed living in my brain that takes over while I'm asleep
God's pen in either hand, make paper pages combust, thus
Shitting all over your best work without a courtesy flush
[Verse 2]
(Let's go in!)
Your favorite garbage artist I will eventually kill
Test me by saying I won't, signed: a nigga that definitely will
You cannot outwrite me
The sentence that makes it hard for you to keep sober
My left hand scribes till exhaustion
And the right one is called in to take over
Slept and then I woke up Sunday morning, feeling that I ?slight ease?
For breakfast leftover carne asada prepared with white cheese
Reverse your flame, nigga, I am unmatched
Learned at an early age never to be afraid and never to get attached
Was grounded until I applied to conduct myself properly
Energy startling, I was so wired no need to pay for power on the property
[?] cherubims adore the way that the crown of thorns adorn Chi
I shall ignore thee, I'm done explaining
Heaven has a restraining order on me
The ex your wife claims she hates
Buzzing as either hand creates
In punchlines I en-swamp like mosquito larvae prefer to incubate
Imaginative, terrificly gifted to the point that I can no longer balance it
There were nights that I actually prayed to be just a little less talented
Just your left hand
Just your right hand
[Verse 1]
A hypnotist put me under a spell
To be the sickest lyricist to ever exist
And the plot twist: he had a heart attack and died
Before he could stab me out of it
Recognised by Mensa and the Catholic Vatican
As a prophet and a keeper of God's pen
Prestigious religious shadow advocate
Cursed with a sacrilegious mind that is deep, and a conjoined twin
Not fully developed living in my brain that takes over while I'm asleep
God's pen in either hand, make paper pages combust, thus
Shitting all over your best work without a courtesy flush
[Verse 2]
(Let's go in!)
Your favorite garbage artist I will eventually kill
Test me by saying I won't, signed: a nigga that definitely will
You cannot outwrite me
The sentence that makes it hard for you to keep sober
My left hand scribes till exhaustion
And the right one is called in to take over
Slept and then I woke up Sunday morning, feeling that I ?slight ease?
For breakfast leftover carne asada prepared with white cheese
Reverse your flame, nigga, I am unmatched
Learned at an early age never to be afraid and never to get attached
Was grounded until I applied to conduct myself properly
Energy startling, I was so wired no need to pay for power on the property
[?] cherubims adore the way that the crown of thorns adorn Chi
I shall ignore thee, I'm done explaining
Heaven has a restraining order on me
The ex your wife claims she hates
Buzzing as either hand creates
In punchlines I en-swamp like mosquito larvae prefer to incubate
Imaginative, terrificly gifted to the point that I can no longer balance it
There were nights that I actually prayed to be just a little less talented
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