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////

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

I could read you a story, it'd be boring at best, I could eat less/ Even if I ask you for more, what's important is we try to feed the rest/ On the behest of every frightened mighty morphin motherfucker tryin' to ascend, doin' they best: Find an egress--highest point of pressure, that should get you there, chest hair and prayer will do the rest

I could teach you history, wouldn't help a bit to pass the test/ As it happens, yes: I know a little bit more than the rest, they ain't ready just yet

Bump The Weeknd/ Are you into me yet Has it been 30 minutes? Yo, this D is a gift: Merry X-Mas/ Merry X X X Mas/Miss can Santa get a little intimate?

I'm an alien flesh-and-bone mosaic/ Death star for maintenance/Deftones replacement: Chino Moreno but trade in fetty for vino/ Burst on the scene with a C-note/get fuckin' wasted and faceplant////People under some dumb, disrespectful dillusion/ You fuck with someone young enough, they ain't gonna do shit--oopsie//If you made a bet, get ready to lose it/ Check out my .38 Special, bitch/ hold on loosely/

Went from K-I- the double L to illest/ subtle hell's the realest/Uncle Mel can heal it// Trouble, well a little bit, yeah I guess you could say that/ OH well, that magician turned pinto into a Maybach////Ominous heard "hot off of the presses" and borrowed it/ The war will be all but lost before tomorrow hit/ Sorrow drift/ swiftly down the Nile through Ozymandias' channel and dimension pass the test and then dial it////