[Verse 1]
Welcome to my mental torture chamber
Every line's a scorcher, brightly lit torch'll flame or
Burn your soul slow like ether
Reefer and rice papers
Why catch the vapors if you not a cheefer?
Those who put they money where they teeth were
Pushed out of Mother Earth before
Father Time can bury them beneath her
Strapped across, buckled in
I get 'em bumped then toss knuckles in thе hood
Or cruise the high seas swashbuckling
Try plеase, niggas know my steez
The oxys are going downhill, make sure you buy skis
I paint a picture just as ill as Basqui-
-at, what I jot's hard to stomach with dry heaves
End up in exile, losers with a sex dial
You bit off more than you can chew
That's true as Das EFX style
I took a thick slice of pie from a quick heist
Looking like I betted on myself
Palming trick dice
[Verse 2]
They playing Flying Saucer, toss a bomb and take em
The piece be with you but that's assalam' alaikum
False alarm, I'll do a possum harm to wake him
Bodies drop as if they chose to pose
Back-to-back, crossed their arms to break from
An uprock, hope my outstanding record won't
Land me on Death Row with Kurupt, Pac
Or Snoop D-O-double...G, a cut from me
Is a kilo rubble, what a fiend craving
Clean shaven, you won't see no stubble
It breaks your heart and give your ego trouble
Get buried six feet below
Above us in a celes-trial bubble
From being spiral tossed
Boss was suicidal took this final loss
When I broke his record
Don't get your vinyl crossed
Faded, or transformed because of our clash
Times got rougher than a hourglass
Trapped in a sandstorm
I took a thick slice of pie from a nigga twice
Looking like I betted on myself
Palming trick dice
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