Astral Turf

[Intro]:
Yeah, shout outs to everybody on this blue bus, old wizards, young wizards, yo

[Verse]:
Stabbin' don't get the most toxic like stonefish
I escaped from the lab, I was bein' cloned in
Some wanna battle me with my style but still stole it (Stolen)
You can build on my property but I still own it (Hahahaha)
Raw occultist, groaning, disbands
And split heads with no love, like Holden
Axe in the green backer, Beans Baxter
Rack seeker, dreamcaster
Wrote the farther word, in a prefaced to read backwards
Antisocial esteemed actor (Yes)
Make a real dead body, my screen capture
Then I eat after (ew), same spot I spit a three at bees gathered
It's the last scene, like a team capture
They ain't, float on yellow green pasture
Squeeze mic tight like Burmese beach house in the 'burbs
Body is a prop, Weekend at Bernie's
In a decadent and depraved, Kentucky derby
Turn fiend, smoke everything dirt cheap
Late night, diggin' in the dirt heap
Spit acidics, that eat through your skin like, how worms feed
I built a dreamland (What?)
This one's for the summer night creeps caught in under one's street lamp