Produced by Loud Lord. Lyrics written and performed by Izreal.
lyrics
PCP, uppers, pills and molly rocks,
“Golly, these chems got me shocked” (yes they do)
Para-normal-noid, got ghosts in the void,
Burnin’ like a muthafuckin’ asteroid,
*BOOM*! Bananas, girls gargling my cock,
B-a-n-a-n-a-s, need Stefani on my jock,
Need a maid to clean my bong, it takes too long!
#Firstworldproblems, antidote is do work, son!
Been a Pope since I was one,
But that devil been advising me since I begun,
So my influence is tainted, they say thats the only way to make it,
But “they’re” wrong, so I’ve been making changes ‘till I get rich,
Roll slick, venomous and adaptive,
Maverick, no plastic, just that magic,
Cryptic, seen thieves try to crack my lock, now their life’s tragic,
Bad shit happens everywhere, so always be aware’s the tactic,
Man you lack, you prick, while I’m accurate,
Aim steady, head sweatin’, I’m Satan’s surrogate,
Paint the walls with my current problems,
Jonesin’ for potions that keep up the chaotic motion,
Hangin wit’ the bros, crackin’ frozens,
The reason my foes lose is cause they lack devotion,
Got a character no one cares about,
Must suck to lack flow in this drought,
Out, out, out, out, way out, in orbit ‘round constellations,
Clout, clout, clout, clout, all clot, my enemies lack brains and
Doubt, doubt, doubt, doubt themselves, they all just a bit too brazen,
Lout, lout, lout, lout, got lout, all I need, power is just patience,
