Kln

hop on tracks like a lemur biting into millipede spraying poison that’ll get him high

spit it back at half of these fried rappers and let em die /

shooting star got u T. rex praying give me respect if u be spectating /

cuz I tried my best to beat these expectations few will try /

it’s vexation of the spirit it’s do or die/

conversation with the mirror who be giving em sensational lyrics

looked at my reflection and stated it’s just you and I

so it would be a shame if I did suicide

after all this life isn’t mine ain’t defined yet quite divine

whenever I write a rhyme you don’t stands a chance against my stanza

raise the standards and reprimand ya bet I’ll stand the test of time

I used to fuck the managers mom y’all gettin violated by ya managers my eyes stay red

dilated high off cannabis at this level of elations spectacular elevation

ima hyper bully minus the exaggeration aggravated my anger is exacerbated

take the mask of Jason put the flame to his face till he look Krueger ima instigator

say my shits trash god send u to damnation

while my tunes in rotation playin

only if a hater can die for Palestine to be considered a nation

spending money like it ain’t shit due to the inflation

My vernacular recalibrated

ima manufacturer look how I made it

I demonstrated it for the fake imitations how inimitable can’t mimic the shit I’m sayin

on a mic it ain’t a gimmick

they can spend they’re nights with Satan inevitable

I kicked the fiddler off the roof definition meaning I’m not fuckin playing

I’m nearly twenty five I’ll be serving y’all sentences for the rest of my life

deserving recognition as I uphold this reputation

of villainous penmanship and killin of the mic

two albums then I quit might be an informal resignation

kiss your dreams goodbye

I’m hells tortured artist

doing self portrait drawing

I didn’t plan it being listened to on every inhabited continent

I was just rappin the consonants

couldn’t predict it skyrocketing

all I see is dead opps in my optics

might die trying to get this guap in my pocket

if y’all the voice I’m Carson Daly Flanagan

prolly wanna incarcerate me

I’m already the hardest in this incarnation

why would I lie dab hits mixed with acid wanna try

ever see the walls swirl like toilet water and close your eyes and see a jaguar in the jungle way too high off the fungus I’m the middle eastern hope might meet up with the pope

hopin he brought the coke