Fizz

[Verse 1]

Through the valley with a howl and a hiss

Every step is like a house on a witch

Any Judas into sappin' how I'm zappin' get the trowel and brick

I'm all thought-crime, cowlick and fizz

You could pull up to whatever close encounter you want

Catch him with a dozen flowers or an owl and wand

Pick a path, firebrand, miss him with the hooey

Beleaguer a baddie and add 'em to ratatouille, ooey

I still chief L's on a rooftop

You still need help with your juice box

I'm trouble, you troubleshoot a lot

Cue his blue blockers maneuvering through the future shock

Where fam from a differеnt phase of the crawl

Get to stеp up and fail to communicate through a wall

Maybe it's less about escape and more a favor to y'all

After waking up with geometry engraved in his palm, either way

[Chorus]

We are not the same, heaven is a lie

I think you a lame, lemme get a fry

We are in the weeds, begging for a sign

I think you a leech, lemme get a fry

[Verse 2]

I avoid sunlight, Chuckie, and buckets without fuzzy dice

Money pits, and sucker shit, and run-ins with the blood of Christ

Unabashed do-nothings who do nothing but multiply

And multiply, or any hooded reaper out to thumb-a-ride

Desert cottontail hanging from his talons

I been hanging with my demons

Future hanging in the balance

Plan a caper on a napkin

Trading slang into the evening

Drive a tank around Manhattan

What a world, what a world

Broken, bloody, undeterred

Local weather rumbling on some mother earth with stomach worms

Current mood bluer than a gummy shark

I should probably learn to move around the color bar

I should probably wear some jewelry made of human bone

It adds a visual component to my "you should go"

Thought bubble generally jam-packed, with dollar sign, exclamation point, ampersand, hash

[Chorus]

We are not the same, heaven is a lie

I think you a lame, lemme get a fry

We are in the weeds, begging for a sign

I think you a leech, lemme get a fry

[Verse 3]

Miffed, stabbed, and flat dissed

Add a little music and the dagger do the twist

I'm a hazard to the mission, drop a dish in your room tone

Gaffle a bag of taffy, catch a tag on a tombstone, ey

Get accustomed to the irritated easily

I can not be trusted if motherfuckers is Tweedle Dee

Further, everything is either beeping or foreseen to be

Mobile ringing, I can feel my life force leaving me

Flesh a temple of doom

The whole rest go XO, red balloon

Bent spoons from the second I could shed the cocoon

To my controversial first fake step on the moon

At a mile off, home in on a protein for the goulash

Staring razors at 'em, shred a actor into udon

Strangers like "gimme 2 of, dude what are you on?"

A single dose of Woo-hah in the Yukon

[Chorus]

We are not the same, heaven is a lie

I think you a lame, lemme get a fry

We are in the weeds, begging for a sign

I think you a leech, lemme get a fry