Faraday Cage
Bitch, I'm fully charged
Sentimental taking pictures of the corpses in my yard
I send bullets not regards, got a missile, need a target
Drop a battery inside your shit and get it started
But don't know how to park it
Bitch I got loot on my wrist, blood on my chin
Pants saggin' full of calibers
They jingle when I walk, I huff a canister
We're scoped, you're losing sight
Shining lights and pointing lasers
At you causing you to hide
Solar panel casket that's where I reside
Faraday Cage, that's my serenade
Shocking how I'm sparking up, I'm smoking off that Medicaid
EMP can come delete my browser history
No wedding rings, I'm rocking pins from hand grenades
Mandalay Bay on these creeps
Sprayin' disrupting the peace
Mud and the muck on my knees
Energy stuck it's 100 degrees
Yucky, I'm covered in grease
Ain't got no power, but I keep it clean
Copper and nickel and all sorts of
Plans I got grind to dismember but I'm not machine (Yaeuuh)
Roll me out, I keep the lights off
(I keep the lights off)
Leaving them motionless, keep no component
But pen and a pad to take notes of opponents
I keep that shit open but patience eroding
I toss them to piles of bodies of rodents
Folding their corpse to nothing but pile of bones
Sprawled on my back in the ocean
There are no lights in my center of focus
56K modem hear the tone and then you know it's hopeless
We got scopes and patrolmen
And even teams of poachers in our jungle
Cause it's wild in our dungeon
Blackouts and some fire follows in the path of our destruction
Faraday Cage, that's my serenade
Shocking how I'm sparking up, I'm smoking off that Medicaid
EMP can come delete my browser history
No wedding rings, I'm rocking pins from hand grenades
Mandalay Bay on these creeps
Sprayin' disrupting the peace
Mud and the muck on my knees
Energy stuck it's 100 degrees
Yucky, I'm covered in grease
Ain't got no power, but I keep it clean
Copper and nickel and all sorts of
Plans I got grind to dismember but I'm not machine (Yaeuuh)
Sentimental taking pictures of the corpses in my yard
I send bullets not regards, got a missile, need a target
Drop a battery inside your shit and get it started
But don't know how to park it
Bitch I got loot on my wrist, blood on my chin
Pants saggin' full of calibers
They jingle when I walk, I huff a canister
We're scoped, you're losing sight
Shining lights and pointing lasers
At you causing you to hide
Solar panel casket that's where I reside
Faraday Cage, that's my serenade
Shocking how I'm sparking up, I'm smoking off that Medicaid
EMP can come delete my browser history
No wedding rings, I'm rocking pins from hand grenades
Mandalay Bay on these creeps
Sprayin' disrupting the peace
Mud and the muck on my knees
Energy stuck it's 100 degrees
Yucky, I'm covered in grease
Ain't got no power, but I keep it clean
Copper and nickel and all sorts of
Plans I got grind to dismember but I'm not machine (Yaeuuh)
Roll me out, I keep the lights off
(I keep the lights off)
Leaving them motionless, keep no component
But pen and a pad to take notes of opponents
I keep that shit open but patience eroding
I toss them to piles of bodies of rodents
Folding their corpse to nothing but pile of bones
Sprawled on my back in the ocean
There are no lights in my center of focus
56K modem hear the tone and then you know it's hopeless
We got scopes and patrolmen
And even teams of poachers in our jungle
Cause it's wild in our dungeon
Blackouts and some fire follows in the path of our destruction
Faraday Cage, that's my serenade
Shocking how I'm sparking up, I'm smoking off that Medicaid
EMP can come delete my browser history
No wedding rings, I'm rocking pins from hand grenades
Mandalay Bay on these creeps
Sprayin' disrupting the peace
Mud and the muck on my knees
Energy stuck it's 100 degrees
Yucky, I'm covered in grease
Ain't got no power, but I keep it clean
Copper and nickel and all sorts of
Plans I got grind to dismember but I'm not machine (Yaeuuh)
Credits
Writer(s): Jet Neptune, Money Goblin
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