Feeling It.

I've got the charisma like a cereal killer.

I'm 'ma surreal jot.

My memories are ill, I gotta stop this criminal.

I'm feeling really, really hot.

I've got this visual, mythical, biblical feeling, Y'all.

That I'm spilling my guts, picking a victim and then I'm revealing my nut's.

And Fuck! The system I'm realer than dust.

Gonna trust, wonder lust cause I'm dealing the cusp to the people who be feeling this stuff.

I'm real steeple, walking around the town, I'm ill, I feel evil.

I kill people, look them in the eye like 'a meal, sheepeople.