(Hey Kitty, I was just calling to see how you′ve been

Just wanted to let you know I'm proud of you for everything you have done and Accomplished, and I just can′t wait to see what else you come up with

Alright well, hopefully, hopefully you'll call me back)(Damn

I hate people so much and I also hate being looked at, and I also

Also I can't dance and have zero rhythm

Every rapper who said rap is his religion should make a pilgrimage to Brooklyn

11:11

I could walk through the hood like Jesus, then come back to suburbia and burn

Flowers stuck in rifle barrels still grow out of exit wounds

Think god created the apple? Nah)

In a whip

On a trip

Don′t slip

(Don′t slip)

In a whip

With a whip

Don't crack

(Don′t crack)

In a whip

With a disc

On skip

I'ma dip

In a whip

Ill equipped

Don′t lack

(Go back)

In a whip, in a skid, no traction

On the disc, not a skip, no track shunned

Witty quips, it a synch, with a fast tongue

In a whip, get a grip, one lash son

In the whip, disc skipping still it hits

Still feeling like a prince, not William but as rich

In the lyrics I exist

Gypsy spirit on the run

From the barrel of a gun

And the herald morning sun

Feral catastrophic love

On the prowl

Hit a lick, whisker, whiskey, or whip white with whisk

Begamel

But the flower got me rude

Deja vu

Beta males

Got me power tripping alphabettin' soup

Catch a spell

Which one of you could sprout a second you

Without a second thought

And without a pregnant womb

Not a second too early

Not a second too late

Not a second goes by

That a second second ain′t made

Second rate to the first second, third was a mistake

Move forth to the plate, round first, second base

With a 5th and a six pack

The world Section 8

But the 7 got stuck doing surgery on a grape

9 lives in a catatonic state

Sipping gin

With a shit eating Cheshire Cat grin on my face

Sipping milk,

It's just purple nurple drank

Flat earthers still circle round the drain

Still spinning this record

Sipping Guiness

Still serving out the 'frankly my dear

I don′t give the first word what you think′

Don't cry

Over spilled guts

Sipping liver killer, ID calling me donor but I do not have much

So Below As Above

Quatro crazy through an IV, four I pass

Roman numerals ain′t enough for the buzz

'Fore I pass forth I′m past 4.0 GPA or BAL, four eye glass

Like I see it four times past 4 AM

Seeing four, on the side of the road the dash cam got me four different angles

But I ignore the flash

Somewhere between graduate, drop out and stoner kid

Jocking the bitches, a square peg, round hole to fit

Freestyling, flipping the breaks from the bus we rode up in

I never knew what genre to fit in either don't close me in

Voted most likely to make God scream ′holy shit'

And catch the Holy Ghost as if the father left his only kid

Left him with Mary, what's man but a misogynist

Pet cemetery, don′t make me have to dog a bitch

Too kindly for the gutters

But too grimy for the suburbs

Too hyphy for the public eye

They try to keep me covered under wraps

Two timing motherfuckers

Makes me we wonder how I keep from staying under

When they hit me with the thunder and lightning despite being five feet five wait

I′m six feet six, I'm a nice tree to strike, hey

What up Zeus

Send it lower or you just need Zetas

Nah you simian, you must be Zaius

2 days

Deuce deuce, 2 sides of your brain

Left or right both likely to just like me the same

One, two em (222)

One rootin, shootin, hollering, 22in′ cowboy that could maybe pass as human

It's the Wild West wouldn′t you like a gold rush

No it's more like West World Yuletide the cold months (Aye)

I the am, I am me, how I am

Hal I am, IM me, I am the hologram

Hollow land, don′t you come knocking at my core

I just wanna see you drop that ass far past the floor

Dismantle yet another nuclear family the photo album stripped down

To tattoos, and tips, in your head there's a war

There's a story to be told

Societies to be formed

So many lives to live

Okay, initial and sign this form

In the whip

Out the whip

We bask in it

Out their grip

Don′t slip

And fall back in it

In a whip

Crack the whip

Don′t slack a bit

Crack your knuckles

Crack your back stiff

And get back to it

Tell me you can rap and I just wanna see how

Tell me you can see the future, I just wanna see now

Tell me that you're down and you′ll always be down

But if you tell me you're a king, then you′ll start to see the crown

(Fuck standards, you just need to fucking love yourself)

(Cameron's hungover and keeps getting cold sweats from the rides)