SUPERNATURALNATURAL ​hooligan chase

My power is divine, and has no limit
There is no force natural or supernatural that can stop me, or my mission

I'm trippin, no kiddin'
My mind, it function different
I'm wiggin', just listen
I'll tell you 'bout these visions
My mission, I'm driven
Arrested on suspicion
Undertaker, mortician
I fill in the position
I spoke it, it happened
It came into fruition
Existence is slippin'
I make no right decisions
Them pigeons, they smitten
They heard my shit be hittin'
Your savior, has risen
My head feel like a prison

Checkin' my list, checkin' it twice
I'm collectin' presidеnts, the skeleton typе
(They dead)
Howlin' at the moon now for several nights
Get to Elm Street, make a left then a right
Southside, Eastside, wash up on the seaside
Wack fit, cheap ride, IQ is at least five
Blindfolded, feet tied, roll you down the steep side
Burnt out, deep fried, agitate a beehive
Okay, okay
Talkin' with my dogs, I'm the Son of Sam
Okay, okay (Berkowitz)
Humans speak a language I don't understand
Okay, okay
Don't misjudge a man with a gun in hand
Okay, okay
Plus his family hungry, you gon' wanna scram