Super Superstitions

[Verse 1]

 

It's the super superstitions, I'm superstitious of these stupid politicians

Clouding up commoners visions with these televisions, creating fiction

My infliction of this knowledge would be a contradiction to Nixon

And if you don't like my shit, you can lick my dick, and

The only thing driving them is money addiction and competition

I'm the definition of a lyrical mortician, on an expedition to end this flow intermission, got me trippin

I'm mad as an underpaid mathematician

With these words watch me be a magician, now just for a second listen

It's about to get a little dark, so get something to glisten

I put a dick in your bitch and then get to slittin'

Tear my damn heart out, bitch get to stitchin'

To tell me what to rap about, you are not in the position

They try to silence me, afraid of their exposition