Wails Kill Bill: The Rapper

[Intro]
I'm sober
I'm actually sober, right now
I won't be later, but I'm sober now and that's what counts, right?

[Verse]
Death adders, nip at epiphanies late at night
A paper plane against a storm incidentally taking flight
I'm on that paper chase, I'm patiently waiting for rolling credits
I debted, I'm writing epitaphs on bricks below the exit
Ain't no guesswork
Hitting every blunt until my chest hurt
Don't ask me how I'm doing if you're sole intent's to network
Cool guy, say that you're the man, I'm like "Who lie?"
Nasty with the flip, think Ibuki with the kunai
Clay tip fingers gripping upwards at the rope
I said "It's getting hard to swallow with you clutching at my throat"
I think it's crazy how you madе me this
It's not the final form
I'm about to bask in all my ugliness
Thеse horns I adorn
Flawed logic promise hollow
Was a shell from the cicada's sleep
Monsters in the bakery
You talk too much don't play with me
Maintain my face through the cadences
Disgust them with the norm, I guess that jaded does as jaded is
Money take a dip into the sacrilege
Thick skin, my line of sight had drifted through the basilisk
Stone spark the flintlock
Groans from out the headlock
For all intents and purposes I'm growin', it should have been stocked
Talk crazy, catch a slug to the cheek
This shit too fast for you to grasp, but caught you clutching the streaks
You talking pump-fakes
Hesitation, palm full of pigskin
Fetishizin' pain, that shit you barkin', I lived it