or when they callin me.
My eyes closed and I canât see
straight, now itâs pitch black,
canât breathe and I canât move like a heart attack.
Hung ova, stoned sober,
my last guy crashed and burned so game over.
Control over a parallel you canât even fuck with.
Cast half the spells and burn you in the dark shit
Crossed over with my faith in God,
stigmata, bleedin from the hole in my arm.
Iâm hangin from ropes and chains with my veins all cut up,
in a puddle of blood, monoxide, bitch, what up.
Realm walker through the smoke I come,
drank the gloats with green eyes and sippin on blood.
Chorus:
What if the world couldnât get any worse than this?
I just did it just did it just did it just did.
4 times
Youâre starin at a homicidal maniac straight out his biskit,
you never know how deep shit
can get until youâre knee deep in it.
So come along and witness things, dark enough to mainstream,
sendin eyes wander through the tunnels
of your blood veins And if yall didnât know ? for hoes,
ainât no love for trolls,
better roll for you get stole on, better, better get gone,
for I grab this axe start hittin your
ass the way I usually hit this bong.
Hit this moist and coochie
when I speak on point like se âer fuck your 9 millimeter.
Real stupid, your killaz carry an axe
either in our hands or in the haters
back watch em drip like candle wax.
Caught up in the wicked web created by the light of them
and now your homies dead I
think you better call an ambulance.
Talkin that, walkin that, canât nobody
fuck with me but now youâre on your back
and labeled just another casualty.
Chorous 4 times
Time is running out for the planet Earth. ???,
you will make it, in society, or out of it.
What if the world couldnât get any worse than this?
Time is running out for the planet Earth.
What if the world couldnât get any worse than this.
Youâll make it, in society or out of it.
Comatose (what?) fucked up on drugs,
scatter brain from an infection I got my blood,
monoxide bless the dead up (bitch what), hold it down,
keep these weak bitches from double crossin the underground.
My space, my world, and my way,
and Iâm a grown-ass man, dog, so bitch donât play ( eat a ?).
My reflection is insanity thatâs all that I can see,
thatâs all that I can really truly be (yeah).
Brought up in a world of lies and hypocrites and tension,
where copy cats are waiting
to perpetrate you invention (damn),
so listen up and lend an ear, here, you can borrow mine,
livin for yesterday and today will tomorrow find (hey)
a place where people will understand,
it ainât the chips that make the man,
itâs the spirit heart and action.
And you can try and argue with that,
while me and monoxide split this pack of
cigarettes and smoke our lungs black.
Chorus 4 times