I'm a model citizen to Bluto/ Popeye a bitch/ (a'ight, OliveOil, she cool, tho)// Cop a vial, drop a tile/ who's numero uno?/You, bro/"pimps don't cry" didn't apply to you, though////

I was under some dumb devil bullshit impression my non-existent self-esteem was some kinda lesson/ (That's rich)/ He love us like a gun love Dan Wesson/ That's it/ use parallels to show your intention////

I jumped from G-H-E-double-TT's to Grottos/ Grouchos to Harpos/ Outpost Helado/ Tout-skirmish the lotto/ Gout hurts a lot, though//"Disease of Kings" so they say/ Take a seat on the marble//

Dominick stole Annunaki knowledge and followed it; he didn't option God the way he oughta have/ Omens get birthed into near-existence at a value of greater than one/ I'm listeniin'; what He's sayin' ain't subtle.

Knock Knock, and Knock again(3 times)

Remember what you learned from all the serpents and equine

Tia Dalma said "Beneath the surface, the beast lie"

Me and all the wannabe JC's on the tree die--

HE'S life--

And I would be remiss if I didn't admit my respite was gifted to me for free despite my "b"-line/ "Me", "Mine" don't begin to factor into it

Til I intuit

Then Sabbat's around the corner to revive

I'm a coddled denizen to Pluto

Cockeyed and shifty

Rottweiler Menudo

Top-tier, Mylar-packed, no skin off to you, though/ Cops hear I stopped packin',/ "Capn' what do we do, yo?"// I was under some legislative bullshit assumption/ this medicated culprit gives a run for one's money/tough tits/ I love life like I'd hate-fuck a Russian/ come quick/I just invented what I call "The Sputnik"////

Went from S-K-I-Double-N to Gordo/P.I.-type-shenanigans/ mostly above board, though/unlike the Detective Jimmy McNulty's of the world, go/ I for the grace of God/ PRaise be Maturin the Turtle////

Jack, Charles, and Guy are part of something the scope of/ which didn't begin to hit me til' most of the dope was "N O P E"/I get it, though, cuz under the surface/oh fuck/ This legend isn't urban it's older////

Knock Knock, and Knock again(3 times)

Remember what you learned from all the serpents and equine

Tia Dalma said "Beneath the surface, the beast lie"

Me and all the wannabe JC's on the tree die--

HE'S life--

And I would be remiss if I didn't admit my respite was gifted to me for free despite my "b"-line/ "Me", "Mine" don't begin to factor into it

Til I intuit

Then Sabbat's around the corner to revive

Walk, walk, and walk til your feet shine

The sender of the message has no need for a sealiner

(Need pilots!)

Were it up to me, we'd see real violence

Still smilin',/ killin' Charlie constant, I feel fine

We'll dine

And I'm gon' need a kiss from my queen to go lead my people to To'Hajilee/ They'll follow me, will thine/ Spilt wine: That's all that the enemy's blood is to me/ I'll free a thousand souls before he knows how to kill mine