Verse 1
Welcome to my mental torture chamber
Every line's a scorcher
Brightly lit torcher flame (r) 'em
Burn your soul slow like ether
Reefer and rice paper
Why catch the vapours if you're not (?)
Those who put the money where (?)
Push out of mother earth before father time could bury them beneath her
Strapped accross buckled in
I get 'em bumped and tossed knucklеs in the hood that proves the high sеas swash-buckling
Try please niggas know my steez
The (?) is going down-hill make sure you buy skis
I paint a picture just as ill as Basqui
-at what I jot is hard to stomach
With dry heaves
End up in exile noose is what sex dial
You bit off more than you can chew
That's true as Das Efx style
I took a big slice of pie from a quick heist
Looking like I betted on myself
Palming trick dice
Welcome to my mental torture chamber
Every line's a scorcher
Brightly lit torcher flame (r) 'em
Burn your soul slow like ether
Reefer and rice paper
Why catch the vapours if you're not (?)
Those who put the money where (?)
Push out of mother earth before father time could bury them beneath her
Strapped accross buckled in
I get 'em bumped and tossed knucklеs in the hood that proves the high sеas swash-buckling
Try please niggas know my steez
The (?) is going down-hill make sure you buy skis
I paint a picture just as ill as Basqui
-at what I jot is hard to stomach
With dry heaves
End up in exile noose is what sex dial
You bit off more than you can chew
That's true as Das Efx style
I took a big slice of pie from a quick heist
Looking like I betted on myself
Palming trick dice
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