o'S and lows

yeah, there's nowhere to hide in a suicide even though you cooperate like checkmate

with your dad in a bin with tin foil covered in soil Tryna shoot me but it goes up, but it's not recoil

like you when you came through the blue and since then I grew im in a breakthrough

smell like poo people be like (ooh) with that trash insult like a cult

but still words like a bolt im supposed to be human but there is still lots of confusion

but when we start our fusion i've proven that this the conclusion of all people

you know i'm lethal your as dull as an eagle i'll never be peaceful ha

like a black sheep "baaaaaaaaa baaaaaaaaaaaaaa" while you mothafuckin'

people saying "hachacha" or however you say it it's like I'm B-rabbit

it's like a habit you so im just saying you been playing you might say im amazing

your wasting your time i'm living a lifetime IT AIN'T LUNCH TIME

(HE)