V1: I'm a psychic vampire for-damn-hire/ then a damn sight/(damn right)/ I dance like I was hired//// Can't afford to walk any slower/ stop to look over my shoulder/ If I told folks what I know, most of em' would brand me a liar//// Best-case scenario sent away, if not buried, bro/ It's a cold day in hell when the well is hot and I'm fodder for fire/// I'm not greedy, call me "Kurt CoBrain"/ We ain't been eating the same since we hatched a plan to no-name and retire////

1st Hook: I thought the whole thing was a game in the beginning. Time: I know the way I'm spending it, I can't evade this whim with sprinting. My friends were hogging all my feelings, "Steven, he needs to apologize for sinning"/ When did all a y'all get so religious?////

V2: I feel like killing some "Christians"/ fill up the church with their bodies/ it wouldn't make any difference/ none of em' know where Yah lives//// Too busy "filled with the spirit"/ Near em' I sense something eerie/ Tyranny, similar fear gives/ here kids, let's pray, "Dear Siri:"//// No wonder all of these charlatans scoffin' "God's dead"/ They all left; they couldn't be beneath a higher power that's bigger//// "Praise Him"/ "Amen"/ Jesus Christ is the truth to you/

If Yahusha was in the room, you would call him a nigger.

I thought the whole thing with "The Name" was something silly when I heard it, but The Word was perspiration and her skin would shimmer. I tried her way and had my brain not been awakened would i make the same connections?

Hate the player, game, the sin and sinner.

V3: I got my robes for my ritual/ evening service at 7/ Cthulu promised his people blood homage leads to Heaven// So what if Father Yahuah projected humans his image? 'Thulu was duped in a contest/ God said, "Yo Lucy, watch this"//// Precipitation of every texture and shape in creation/ Nature with laser precision, discipline, purpose honor// That's inanimate objectification, yes, at it's greatest/ God was moonwalkin' the carnage, got cocky, and forgot the demigod lives in water////

These days I wonder something no one ever mentions/ I don't think for one fuckin' second I'm coming up with something special// But the way the undercover clergy takes a sermon, it occurs to me the way a person prays works the same with the devil

"King dick/ street brain/ tre Ben Franklin to bring the "eat this heat" pain/ Doin' a bid on the thankless "pip squeak" tip// Game thick as my swagger/ Didgeridoo like Pythagoras/ cum like honey to badgers with temper something so vapid/ vaporous knaves who so nappy cancer behaves in their sacred ways under plunder whence bathed/ grace in decay/ But just the same way my Vans were a bag or two saved for days by a brave man a shave would do something magic to...////

HOOK

101 ways out

Never give yourself to the blood in the bathwater

Cops-a-slaughter til' I blaze out

State of the Empire on the edge of a skyscraper made now

Holly-go-Lightly might need a way out////

Stubborn and somethin' fuckin' curmudgeon on such a vague, proud, "once when a somewhat coveted..." stage crown laid down...

33% scar tissue

I'm on a mission to render and mar different kinds of issues than Lamar (yo)

What with what him ain't got, almost, hardly: arms

V2:

Wing-tip/ Black tie/ Tiramisu for the bougie English/ Rap white/ [I] considered a Ruger; so sue me!// Rig-dick, frack thighs/ plantin' my flag in the crater/ Label says "Space is fake, Earth is flat; Haters made a mistake//// I pray to the "Deity" [that] made the deities behave/ Prayin' he seein' me be the Steven that he made// I Day-trade the great lathe/ Spin me a can; may it be as crazy and amazing as clay made into man////

2nd Hook:

101 ways out

Never give yourself to the blood in the bathwater

Cops-a-slaughter til' I blaze out

State of the Empire on the edge of a skyscraper made now

Holly-go-Lightly might need a way out////

Stubborn and somethin' fuckin' curmudgeon on such a vague, proud, "once when a somewhat coveted..." stage crown laid down...

33% scar tissue

I'm on a mission to render and mar different kinds of issues than Lamar

Runnin' somethin' stupid/ electrocutions/ erect locutions/ Never was athletic/ A student? "Yes and..."/ Let's fuckin' do this/ I'm gettin pretty fed up with the meta/ want the definition of "feta"?/ Hit up Meadow (That's for you, kid!)////I've been playin' it modestly/ but honestly I'm an odyssey/ ill-caholic anonymous/ You oughta want/ But not a peep/ Nada Steve/ Lennox/ The Dun Derra/ Make it pop (POP!) audibly/ Onomatopoei' ain't stoppin' me////

You can always come back to the place where it's warm...

You can always trade a spade for the swarm (And I will!)

There's a nation rallying against my notion to sing

A vast ocean left me open to sting

You can always come back to the pillow you know

May be better than the pillow you throw (Well, Goddamn!)

But the pillar you hold higher than silver or gold

Fire engulf the gulf, the tired and old

Pick it up off the pile

Hang it...

Thank it...

Do your thing, dry off and fold it, then just hold it awhile

Listen up often, pal

It sank with the sanctity through the cracks

Advanced til' old man was beholden to child

HOOK:

TRACK STAR!

Run a four-minute-mile through my mind/

I fell behind for awhile, and I been finding there's lots to know...//

RAP STAR!

Hustled dope in a style/

Grew my mind, sellin' lime for my smile/

I recognize that I've lots to grow////

V2:

'loco-motive' Orion alive/ the king was beloved under one sky/ high/ the jump-duck-stubble-fuzz// is this subission somethin' amiss? At once, misty amidst the one that misery kissed in front of double comin'//// Catch me in a fly five-finger cap/ starter tag in the back/ had my heart set on a particular exact monochromatic cracker-athletic-*lan-wear without the funny hat, but when I asked, the manager said all they had was 'n***a-black'//// No, sir, I ain't one of them "no prefer"-rin' racists/ but in the western desert Kenyans get mistaken for steak and burnin' *sians//incubation/ ink and paintin'/ when cryogenics die I'll get it/ Inca nation/ kink sensation/ diabetic high on ethics//// Couldn't even fathom half a ration; for that reason we need to keep our 'lost passions' on breathing apparatus// I don't need the esteem or status/ I breach beyond the stratosphere/ Peep the same scene as "Mad Mike"-- the "year of the flat" is here////

Pre-hook:

Heavy lies the drip to the crown/ sometimes the crip with the clown is what you get for the pull. Stick with the lull. Abide low tones, cliipped cones, and, addicted to the sound of a brass jacket expanding after half of the gas drowns, it's kinda funny lookin' back. I'ma run amok with rap! LET the suits try to seduce ya boy-- (produce a contract!). I produce the bombtracks. No need to foster (not Jodie) contact.

Homie you don't know me; I go "shots-back".

HOOK:

Caught a long wind. Saw some thin, some collapsed on the ground. If you teach me some lines, we can sing it in rounds//

If I'm gone when God pops in, he'll know where I'm at.

"I'll be damned".

Fat chance.

I'll be back.

That's that.

Man, cracked, fell to bits. Hell used it--played to his pain.

In his shell, "tell to sit". Well, obtuse conned the game.

From the citizen--

denizen--

derelict-

Pain paralytic

Hail Mary Hussein

The dead see (saw) it all in His name.

What makes a man? Probably gotta be tall. Gotta ignore your greatest defects, like, "Gee, that's not my fault"// Gotta go head-first, submerged in the dirt, then bomb a wall/Pile on Krylon, cry like this frown is justified at all//// To be a man, my girl should be plus-or-minus a google out of 10/ plus so advanced my tags regress back into doodles/ "Why, that's it!" mix a teaspoon of dirt back into polo collars, so scholars think it must've got scuffed hustlin' dollars//// I'm white, which might as well be the mew black/ Yeah it's true/ I'm in a crew/ We do whatever stuff Tom Sawyer would do/ I used the "N-word" two different times this year, and that's that, I don't take it back, my best friend's black (I'm a peer)////

1st Hook:

Bitch, your dumb ass will never get a better attack--

Get killed a BETTER way---

All the things I told you would come to pass

ARE IN THE FUCKIN' PAST

This diamond I'm rhymin's too advanced for your mind ANYWAY

Pass it to your exceptional better half

I'ma make this tune too damn catchy for cats with groove not to be dancing

Half em' too fucked up or smashed to catch that this is the soundtrack to the last of you

This'll be the jam, It's anthemic/ Your ass lamenting/ I'm laughing

Manic, I menace

V2:

Jealousy sells poor at the swap meet/ Yes I'm just a hater/ based on admitting you're better (I guess you caught me)// Melody gels more from a coffin/ I'm lost in a dark box/ dead to the weather/ You'll feel better when I'm gone and rotting//// Don't read into thought like this too deeply/ I'm probably just tired/ One day God'll retire me to a deep sleep/ First I find my purpose, then serve it (whatever that is)/ Then whatever happens, I'll know that he no longer needs me

At least I hope so man.. because it does get exhausting. I can't just kill everybodyI w-..want to... I can't really kill any of em', honestly....

That being said...

2nd HOOK:

Bitch, your dumb ass will never get a better attack--

Get killed a BETTER way---

All the things I told you would come to pass

ARE IN THE FUCKIN' PAST

This diamond I'm rhymin's too advanced for your mind ANYWAY

Pass it to your exceptional better half

I'ma make this tune too damn catchy for cats with groove not to be dancing

Half em' too fucked up or smashed to catch that this is the soundtrack to the last of you

This'll be the jam/ it's anthemic

I got a strap; who needs a goddamn pandemic?!

V3:

God it ain't even close to fair

I got love enough to last her forever, but the rest of it isn't there. I don't know what she needs that I haven't tried/ Ain't a reason I haven't cried/ There are things he don't have that she can't deny//// I'm so attached to the past/ Tryna get back to yesterday/ Trapped in a vacuum/ Fantasy's as close as I get to laid/ Climbin' up the platform/ adaptin' towards a better day/ Collapsed organs evaporate more with less, and the rest is staged//// This ain't ever over for me! I'ma clue you in to a secret/ Lettin' go and movin' on is no big shit// Time is a flat circle, you see/ I've no need to apply violence/ You'll be be hearin' tiny violins in the deep shit//// Tyler, I'll only say this once and never again: Getcha brains out ya dick and listen, we'd be better as friends/ I asked what makes a man, and admittedly it's more of the shit befit to thee/ But I got the whistle and common sense////

3rd HOOK:

Bitch, your dumb ass will never get a better attack--

Get killed a BETTER way---

All the things I told you would come to pass

ARE IN THE FUCKIN' PAST

This diamond I'm rhymin's too advanced for your mind ANYWAY

Pass it to your exceptional better half

I'ma make this tune too damn catchy for cats with groove not to be dancing

Half em' too fucked up or smashed to catch that this is the soundtrack to the last of you

This'll be the jam/ it's anthemic

I got a funeral wraith, where do I send it?

I've been spittin' since the infinite was split into minutes/ I've been making it rain since cum was extended to women// I give lectures to Lecters like I'm agent Starling/ I'm "Grandmister J" with my very own "Harley"//// I've seen the green harbor/ Ihmotep/ He's no Kek/ ego martyr/ Steven's no King Arthur (except maybe Fleck)// Baby step. Am I finished yet? Hardly, darling/ I'm like vegetable soup but with dope swhooped for the barley//// I've been better, I admit it et al. I've been bitter-- can't admit it at all// I can't commit to the nonsense/ the auspicious tint in the crypt/ calico kittens licked the tincture that dripped//// Pip-pip, the chic shit: It isn't as insignificant as I hinted/ stripped down to the dick: this is discus// addicted to winnin'/ just forget whether it make any sense/ It's gonna happen, it don't matter- "it ain't happening yet"////

Bully for you

Props, cocksucker, fully, for true, for being such a "good guy"

If you knew what was brewin' in your distillery (ill-to-be)

Everything you knew real to be would just die.

Lucky for you

The gods must've needed something from you

cuz' bitch, you'll be just fine.

Just meander through oblivion.

This discipline's killing me but I'll stave off the simian.

Better living through villainy.

I'm a kitchen/ that's ditchin itchin' for rinsin' the digits/ either I fidget and scream or dream of serene sleep in ditches//elevate the state of my britches/ sleek motif bathed in riches/baited visions innate as the sleigh they live in//// I paid and waited for fission/ and 86' was a bitch/ and I ain't been laid since lady liberty straight fileted her dick into the shape of United Hate/ I wade in a state of morose/ What's a good name for "dead meat"? I nominate "GHOST"////She ain't givin' the head, but she live in the bed (that ain't shit-talk; snuggles with her make me wanna crip-walk (crips rock) )// kids, stop/ Consider me citizen Splinter/ sick of your Tik-Tok-Twitter-chitter-jizm/ You bit Bach//// My liver's in Plym Rock-condition/ my mission's an expedition inexplicably flint-locked from git-rot// zip-locked/ The rich can stick their lip gloss in piss pots/ curious mercurial silver til' I heard drips drop////

V3:

I wander the avenue less pondered by man and renew former types of excitement/ and hype/ The demand, it grew// Either getcha "A"-game or get the fuck out the way/ this is my year, if you ain't here, ain't got time to teach you to play//// I don't need the diamond to turn you into a fine variety of dust/ blood and honey/ money and power *bli-blow*/ Trust// I'm a muhfuckin' savant/ an idiot when I wanna / my contra ain't good for karma/ genre common to Parmigiana//// Concussed, you thud/ rust-encrusted mud/ dusk/ for once the sludge in your sinuses isn't runny// my lyrics disappear in the 10 seconds from mumble to ear/ Yes it's a jungle of fear/ but I'm here (Rummy!)////

I've been kidnapped, a couple of times/ (That ain't a lie)/ but I always found a way to escape--/(Never say "Die")//Never pay the piper back what he's owed if your soul is on the line/ cock the action, hammer-back, load it and fire////Find me in the shadows/ timeless is the legend/ seance for the hallowed, and shallow graves for the peasants//obsolescence tumescent with omnipresent telepathy/send a message of fluorescent aggression unto my enemies////

1st HOOK:

Yo there's ghosts in the attic

Demons in the street

Evil spirits are coming, and "from me" is what they seek

There's an iron horse gunnin' with a snout full of steam

And a posse of astrologers screamin', "The Future's bleak!!!"

V2: White collar adversity's hurtin' me/ it ain't break me but it's bendin' me/ sometimes a surrender's the only end I see/ My pride's the size of industry/ conversely I would never serve a bended knee to these men whose death contain my fantasies//// Ventin' is recommended but playin' the paramedic is damaging/ Tarot made it so Harrow can't abandon me/ My marrow respawn randomly/ An arrow to the map of infanticy/ turn the barrel and the cant so the Pharaoh is left with--

2nd HOOK:

Yo there's ghosts in the attic

Demons in the street

Evil spirits are coming, and "from me" is what they seek

There's an iron horse gunnin' with a snout full of steam

And a posse of astrologers screamin', "The Future's bleak!!!"

V3: I know a badass campaigning to strangle "LOL"/ instead she says "GTM'/ Wuzzat, Sweets? ("giggle to myself")// Silly? Maybe/ Bill me/ Go suck off my uncle Billy/ DIE!/ I never wrote a single note for phonies to control my life//// If my ambition's lack of drive to whisper-bitches finna hide/ I guess the Pinto's the new pimp-mobile (I'll kick you out of mine)// "You really gonna wing it, Steven?" Hi: you give a shit since when, and why? Is it officially hip to spit in the mind?////

3rd HOOK:

Yo there's ghosts in the attic

Demons in the street

Evil spirits are coming, and "from me" is what they seek

There's an iron horse gunnin' with a snout full of steam

And a posse of astrologers screamin', "The Future's bleak!!!"

I stood in the mirror, still and naked, contemplatin' the ramifications to be both Emily Post's poster-boy, Tolstoy, Dough-boy and something realer...

...like a serial killer

Flash-forward, fresh-to-death, tie-and-vest

"Baby, yes!"

But more for the rest, in my mind's eye, "I'm a nice guy",

Barbasol

Armored Barbarella on call

Once smitten, twice shy

Gimme five, and then I'll be "Nothing iller"

This is canon, so it can't be rearranged.

FUCK MAMMON

Who needs these dieties if they can't have it?

Goddammit, because a man can be so damn estranged when his destiny is waitin' on somethin' rumbling volcanic

Manic? Si.

But the man ain't weak and frantic

see: needle in a haystack

Breathe; reverse the panic

Fold corner "A" to corner "D"

Holy shit is it me or did Steven just have an epiphany?

Did he unsink the Titanic?

Keeptip by Harlee Quinn

I'm "Merry Christmas"-Hopper/ You're "Happy Halloween" Bob/ Fat-Dracula Sean Astin Rackin' some wack "fashion mccabre"// I'm part Johnathan Byers/ You're part heart-throb/with a car/ and a "part-art"-for-a job/ You're cute with Nancy (and part knob)//// This is where it gets tricky, cuz' Johnathan's brother Will is much more my scene/ (and YOU'RE no STEVEN, you're more akin to a Hawkins shill// And the girl we fight for's neither prom queen nor Winona Ryder/ She's something else entirely-- they might as well inscribe a number--

1st Hook: On the side of her arm

That way a Dark Knight as "murdered out" as I've heard you are can get this part right:

She don't need our pity or pacification

We could be a team

She don't need another man calling her "Vicky"

(Man of her dreams)

I would NEVER take back the nastiest bits of her path--

I know they're bad

But that's what made her into a bad bitch////