Digits

Info Gates, Godemis

[Intro]

[Verse 1: Godemis]
I've been watching opera hopping up around in here
Say whatever comes to mind it feels like I'm finna
Rearrange your brain like I was Doctor Mindbender
Dipping in the van that's got the little round window
Why I'm up at this hour, I did it with a cup of joe
Keep a couple mason jars, I think that's where the guts'll go
Just because you paint your face you're not a fucking juggalo
Cut off your tweetin fingers, cook 'em up in E-V-Double-O
We are here to entertain
Losers in the winner's lane
People casting looks when I'm like "Dude I didn't get a chance"
All I ever wanted was a shot and so I can't complain
Cut us open plain and drew the inspiration from the pain
This is black magic, faggot, you cannot carry the flame
Hard to hold a candle standing in November Rain
Satisfy the Deevil even still some sort of temper came
Off hilter-kilter made his father fucking music strange

[Hook: Info Gates (Godemis)]
Well I am so high that I can finger fuck pigeons
Point your finger at me, your finger's fucking missing
(Man listen, mind your manners get back can you dig it?
I'm a leave out this mother holding a bag full of digits)
Well I am so high, finger-fuck a pigeon
Point your finger at me, your finger's fucking missing
(Man listen, micromanage get back can you dig it?
I'm a leave out this mother holding a bag full of digits
Dig it?)

[Interlude: Info Gates]
What cause you not Ces, fuck this guy, huh? Huh!?

[Verse 2: Info Gates]
I'm sipping liquor, sitting on this head of a decapitated rapper
While I write another chapter that's full of murder and laughter
I was last spotted (where?)
At a hostel out in Berlin
German women with turbans bringing me bourbons
I'm secured inside, bulletproof curtains
Wearing a shirt, "That's nice", it's made out of your skin
I got a hungry dog at home that eats turd nuggets
If I feed him fingers he eats them like "Sure fuck it"
So watch where y'all be pointing those at, seeking see
My family
Plan-A is a stampede
No plan-b
That means
Probably heading back to jail
I don't really sweat it though, Gode says he's got the bail
If not I flee the country, but first plant some evidence, (Where?)
In the house of the ex-president's residence
Hit a republican up with the right, throwing a left on the liberal
Hit 'em like Pitbull
Making it rain at his show
Let's Go

[Hook]

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