[verse 1 - Fatboi Sharif]
A world where they spoke marvelous
Kidnap tron man for earths' crust
Chaos on the opposite
Pistol bled through a forearm
Lead phoenix
Approach god with a handgun
After sex with a red zebra
I tongue kiss a word bank
Swallowed pill, guitar eighths
Lion versus vampire penmanship
Redeemed shawshank
We the people vs [?]
Large take
Pled the fifth
Rob holy temple with a sharp shank
Outed in the forecast
Flight astonished
Grope near the ninth gate
By glory I'm a Gayanese goddess

[verse 2 - E L U C I D]
Bet she like that red gold
Yeah I know she like that red gold
Think I am the goat
They make too much music
With non-blacks saying nigga for you to not fuck with a true one living
Saints & sinners
Four-walled floors and ceilings
Prayers bounce like titty, needle thick jawns
And went from thoughts to songs to discourse
Still sewin' discord
Receivin' what's sent forth
Speak it out my mouth
Silver whisker showing age
DMC on the grill
Forty deuce stepped out the arcade
Scrunched face
Cover my eye in the glare of sun rays
Whip it home with a trunk full of Trump steaks
I bought a mac apartment
Slashed bizarre when my son played
Brawled in Delmonico
Garlic herb & butter
Greasy finger pen my own liner note
Ink smudged on my left hand wide awoke
Blink twice you a dead man
Rappers suck and they feet stink
I wanted to damage y'all
Bet you'll call the law
Then I wonder what my seed'll think
Niggas too emotional and end up as a number
Without a tool to regulate
A wall to lay up under
Big money break a little bit
Keith Murray voice, "Ew"
Zyklon B
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