Under the Skin

[Intro]:
I don't got no rap friend, man, 'cause I feel like all that shit really be bogus like

It's the most amazing, the most, preposterous, omnipotent, Jabberwock, the most ludicrous, the most preposterous

[Verse 1]:
Swing on Earth, valley gorge
Domes is splittin' like the water of homeless bitches givin' birth on alley floors
Harden my hand, fist pumpin' like Jersey jocks (Ew!)
Cleaver split dirty chop, hit the plant like dirty cops
I cook its gas leaks and kitchen fires
Bars held together with C4, chewing gum and chicken wire
Nightshade dropped the Belladonna
I punt-kick a severed head off Rockefeller Plaza (Hahaha)
Pipe bombs were sent in lockers
Great gods were sent to watch us
Hit squads were sent to drop us
Lo-fi shit, glitched out tracks (Right)
Toolshed with the axe leanin' sit out back (Sit out back)
Entrails fall out hot
Make thunder, call down gods (hahaha), they all now watch
And know my face like a small-town cop (Woop woop)
They know my face like a small-town cop

[Interlude]:
He say he thinks God's talkin' to you, and he thinks God he-he thinks he's pre-ordained to be emperor of the world, and he will have a, serious conversation with you about it and he knows how insane it sounds

[Verse 2]:
Yo, at a shroom broil, toadstool boom hoyer
More lines hangin' in blackness than a moon voyage
Pop ave, goodnight, macabre date looks Sprite
Clockface took flight, burn the stock aid, goodnight (Goodnight)
Coaches half-painted my face on caves
When explainin' what a god may look like
Flip stupid drums, sutter loops
Watch skulls get, split up like mostly all rap supergroups
Losers huffin' superglue
I kick trippy shit off my head and cause, shrooms to bloom