[Intro: Simple]
Yo, all fifth-dimensional motherfuckers
Only lizards, please (Drink some blood with me)
Sorry, sir, you’re a human
Step to the back of the lizard
Thunderthief, Sandpeople, motherfucker
Yo
[Verse 1: Simple]
The argument is whether or not guns kill, I’m sure they do
I hide one behind my eyes just to murder you
My steely gaze is the way that my asserted view
Makes it through the chambers of my heart that it’s converted through
The barrel of my chest, it ain’t straight vertical
I’m sharper than the stainless-steel blade made surgical
My mind cuts through time like rusted pipes
I throw up blood through old veins that made you lethargical
Some people wanna talk shit about my wordy crew
The only sound you make are the screams when we’re hurting you
We stay grimy as fuck, we’re like a dirty zoo
You say you spit clean, but detergent’s never heard of you
You got no steez, you ain’t no Thunderthieves
You claim to be underground, but you’re just asleep, under me
I wonder how you fucking clowns still stuck around
I seen a better live show from black holes and tumbleweeds
Fuck y’all bitch cunts, you bleed once monthly
Rap about your gold fronts, y’all live on front street
You and presidents only live in the same country
My style’s so hard you’ll break your hands when you punch me
I’m a paradox like Jay-Z sharing rocks
Spread across the grill of a Franciscan monk’s teeth
You assume, but you got it backwards
This was supposed to be a 32, but I’m only 23
Yo, all fifth-dimensional motherfuckers
Only lizards, please (Drink some blood with me)
Sorry, sir, you’re a human
Step to the back of the lizard
Thunderthief, Sandpeople, motherfucker
Yo
[Verse 1: Simple]
The argument is whether or not guns kill, I’m sure they do
I hide one behind my eyes just to murder you
My steely gaze is the way that my asserted view
Makes it through the chambers of my heart that it’s converted through
The barrel of my chest, it ain’t straight vertical
I’m sharper than the stainless-steel blade made surgical
My mind cuts through time like rusted pipes
I throw up blood through old veins that made you lethargical
Some people wanna talk shit about my wordy crew
The only sound you make are the screams when we’re hurting you
We stay grimy as fuck, we’re like a dirty zoo
You say you spit clean, but detergent’s never heard of you
You got no steez, you ain’t no Thunderthieves
You claim to be underground, but you’re just asleep, under me
I wonder how you fucking clowns still stuck around
I seen a better live show from black holes and tumbleweeds
Fuck y’all bitch cunts, you bleed once monthly
Rap about your gold fronts, y’all live on front street
You and presidents only live in the same country
My style’s so hard you’ll break your hands when you punch me
I’m a paradox like Jay-Z sharing rocks
Spread across the grill of a Franciscan monk’s teeth
You assume, but you got it backwards
This was supposed to be a 32, but I’m only 23
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