Cross

I wear a cross
Around my neck
So I burst into flames
A hellfire
That only rises
With gods reign
I spark a J
And blow
Like how the fat lady sings
They think I'm picture perfect
But I just got framed
Now I'm trynna figure out where
I'll be hanged
I'm an odd kid
So look at my future
Tyler my creator
So get a sense of humor
Before I give ya a tumors
You know its always malignant
There's no survivors
Like plane riders
In September
Boom
In November
I'm thankful
So I dismember
The fake dudes
I'm satisfied
And I'm grateful
That I ain't you

Oh my god
Oh my god
Oh my god
Oh my god yes
Oh my god
Oh my god
Oh my god
Oh my god
Oh my god yes
Oh my god

Make a list
Like my name is Saint Nick
Instead of gifts
I'm gonna make their cranium split
Ya'll sip your blood
Even if you rep cuz
Since I'm colorblind
When I rip slugs
Drill into yo brain
As slow as a tortoise
But when the pigs come
I got the speed of a Hare
When I'm done with you
They'll think you got mauled
By a bear
Ya'll decompose and stink
Just like my underwear
If you haven't noticed
I don't care

I really don't care
Why would I
Cuz
Life is pointless

Oh my god
Oh my god
Oh my god
Oh my god yes
Oh my god
Oh my god
Oh my god
Oh my god
Oh my god yes
Oh my god



Credits
Writer(s): Keith Queener
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