Blowing Smoke

These pills that I've taken, I'm overdosing, it's gross.

I'm 'ma blow some smoke as I approach the post-mortem.

I'm alone, so bored that I'm killing host out of boredom.

They say, I'm out of order.

Cause when they turn around to shout their orders.

I'm 'ma word a round about their doubts about the New World Order.

Unsuccessfully drowned her daughter.

Someone is about to come arrest me about my Quarter.

Unintentionally found the One that's about to come, it's not looking good.

I'm out of tongue, don't worry about the Devil, worry about his Son.