Gas

Im just a wannabe rasta

Eatin pasta for these ostrich knees

Still go faster than youd want to be

Wiley guys is stalkin creeper

Peeper tom binocu seers

Peakin in that crystal ball

Gettin pissed as all shit

As if its all a trick or callin

Quits an option missions off

Im gettin off a bit when all

These kids are fallin victim

To the bitchin mad pout

I stand out like a clifford dog

Wag a tail when i get to ball

For now im catchin quails

Don draper when the missus call

Im poachin all these chickens salt

N lick em make a face with bacon

Take it off with lyrics from a stainless pot on flames

Skin is flakin off

Scary drove the benz makin nary

Quick a friend

There he goes again hangin larrys

With the pen

Summers owes a debt blankfein marigos and then

Dimon time and time again

Lies with moynihan

As men try and find the time to spend

When the moneys all gone

Whose alive it will depend

Who will fight its all wrong

Can't nobody here pretend

You can't silence it for long

And when we write it like a song

And sing it people see that we could

Bring it all along and leave an

Equaler beingness

Not speakin this facetiously its

Leakin through the seams as i unravel

Travel back to when im speechless

Cuz if seein is believin im an atheist

Well maybe im the craziest but

All ive seen is everythings not what it seems at least lately shit

Hasnt changed since we been bankin on canadians to take us in

Century later barely shake a shin

You say youre raping takin names

Fakin anger why the claim to sin

Who made a kid so blatant disrespectful wait check it

This was in the wreckage from collectively opressive people

Wasn't ready for the

Public but fuck it they want the rubbish well dump it you suckin

Everybodies stomach through

That mother fucking plastic

Isnt that a gas trick?

When lappin with no stamina

Youre cardiac quits

Thats a credit card debtor guardin

Plethoras of sheckles hard to get em

Barred incestual the methods

Of the men in charge

Mentioned it already back

Bars keepin plenty licks

Past the bar

As if im keepin em a tab

From far

Yeah it has to be

Its why i get up in the lab and rappers

Act deceased

Its impossible to work with all you possums

If you lackin teeth

I wanna see em when you speak and

Feel em eatin at some meat and know they sink in

No shame in these beliefs

If reason is okay

You lackeys

No brain

Kobain

Go bang

When i blow no name

On the flow dont claim

Its just incredible steady

Cookin kettles full of mega bull

Mind impregnable

Still chillen on my lonley mostly

Just a close group of homies

Needa keep it on the low key

If you know me, you dont owe me

A thing

Im happy just to be here tryna live in a dream

Just practicing my rapping

While im pickin a beat

So relaxing when i let it go to shit

Then im free

No pun intended

Seriously no pun intended