Look
Do you believe that the devil can smell you?
I don't know but it makes me scared.
You know you can't leave until Big Poppa tells you.
Come on in and set it right over there.
Don't you get up unless you wanna get it.
I don't wanna have to make you cry.
Throw your hands up if you just got acquitted.
Spread it out until it feels just right.
Garbage man keep on keepin' it low.
No more bullets, time to reload.
Lord and master take me below the surface.
Now's my time to blow.
Gold is black charcoal on brown butcher paper.
We rub it out.
Electric laser erase the doubt.
Can you get out of the hole that you fell through?
I don't know, but I can't look back.
Do you believe the statistics we tell you?
I'm not jokin' it's the goddamn facts.
This shit is whatever you wanna call it.
Delta Force, Predator, or Con Air.
I only want what you have in your wallet.
Stuck again with the same blank stare.
Garbage man keep on keepin' it low.
No more bullets, time to reload.
Lord and master take me below the surface.
Now's my time to blow.
Gold is black charcoal on brown butcher paper.
We rub it out.
Electric laser erase the doubt.
credits
I don't know but it makes me scared.
You know you can't leave until Big Poppa tells you.
Come on in and set it right over there.
Don't you get up unless you wanna get it.
I don't wanna have to make you cry.
Throw your hands up if you just got acquitted.
Spread it out until it feels just right.
Garbage man keep on keepin' it low.
No more bullets, time to reload.
Lord and master take me below the surface.
Now's my time to blow.
Gold is black charcoal on brown butcher paper.
We rub it out.
Electric laser erase the doubt.
Can you get out of the hole that you fell through?
I don't know, but I can't look back.
Do you believe the statistics we tell you?
I'm not jokin' it's the goddamn facts.
This shit is whatever you wanna call it.
Delta Force, Predator, or Con Air.
I only want what you have in your wallet.
Stuck again with the same blank stare.
Garbage man keep on keepin' it low.
No more bullets, time to reload.
Lord and master take me below the surface.
Now's my time to blow.
Gold is black charcoal on brown butcher paper.
We rub it out.
Electric laser erase the doubt.
credits
Credits
Writer(s): Zachary Eli Lint
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- Things You Said You'd Do
- Feeling Flaccid
- You F*****g Suck - Single
- Simulation Glitching (feat. Jim Swim) - Single
- The Honey (10 Year Anniversary Remaster)
- Dark Mantras II
- Fight the American Celebrity Machine
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