Cosmic Cottonmouth
Pressed start just to play
My end game's favorite stage
If I'm
UP up
Down down
Left, right
Left write
Be
A
Stenographer
For the photographer
There's thousands of words
Pouring out of her
If she drowns my work
I hope its worth
The ink that wrote this verse
I broke the cursive
Letters looping nooses
Around my words
So conducive to conducting
Symphonies of epiphanies
My identity wasn't
What it meant to me
But a history of how
God uses muses
To move through the music
Spill my guts
Withdrawal my pen
Guess I'm muse sick
Ink transfusion
From the font
Of her pussy lips
I kissed in french
Then spoke in tongues
Pulled her halo down
To choke her until she cums
God said
Let it be
Lit lit lit lit
Litany
My genuflects
A genuine flex
This isn't even me
Fucken trying my best
Yet to max out
When I lift my
Greater than a sword
My bonds are words
That generate a force
Fields and plains
Of reality to bend
If I said
You were a blessing
Would you believe me
Or would you blame
It on the
Ah ah ah ah alcohol
In my wounds
Can't tell if the blood is mine
Or Jesus flavored booze
Beat the shot clock
Last call for the spirit's knock
If I take the hit
When I shoot my shot
I won't lose
And one too
Three for five
Sicks 7 A.I.T. demons
Off their leashes
Don't need a reason
To unleash my meanest
Writer's fist
Munificent with the punishment
I drop KIC
Like it takes twice the soul
Creased my karma
Like origami
10 fold if you got me
Don't know
If the holy ghost will haunt me
But I know I got
A fucken fire
Laying in the wake
Of my graphite
Digging deeper into dead trees
Leave a deforestation
So God believes me
Write me name
So he can see it
All the way from the top
Of heaven
Let em know
That I'm coming for heaven's gates
And I'm spitting
Hell's flames
My end game's favorite stage
If I'm
UP up
Down down
Left, right
Left write
Be
A
Stenographer
For the photographer
There's thousands of words
Pouring out of her
If she drowns my work
I hope its worth
The ink that wrote this verse
I broke the cursive
Letters looping nooses
Around my words
So conducive to conducting
Symphonies of epiphanies
My identity wasn't
What it meant to me
But a history of how
God uses muses
To move through the music
Spill my guts
Withdrawal my pen
Guess I'm muse sick
Ink transfusion
From the font
Of her pussy lips
I kissed in french
Then spoke in tongues
Pulled her halo down
To choke her until she cums
God said
Let it be
Lit lit lit lit
Litany
My genuflects
A genuine flex
This isn't even me
Fucken trying my best
Yet to max out
When I lift my
Greater than a sword
My bonds are words
That generate a force
Fields and plains
Of reality to bend
If I said
You were a blessing
Would you believe me
Or would you blame
It on the
Ah ah ah ah alcohol
In my wounds
Can't tell if the blood is mine
Or Jesus flavored booze
Beat the shot clock
Last call for the spirit's knock
If I take the hit
When I shoot my shot
I won't lose
And one too
Three for five
Sicks 7 A.I.T. demons
Off their leashes
Don't need a reason
To unleash my meanest
Writer's fist
Munificent with the punishment
I drop KIC
Like it takes twice the soul
Creased my karma
Like origami
10 fold if you got me
Don't know
If the holy ghost will haunt me
But I know I got
A fucken fire
Laying in the wake
Of my graphite
Digging deeper into dead trees
Leave a deforestation
So God believes me
Write me name
So he can see it
All the way from the top
Of heaven
Let em know
That I'm coming for heaven's gates
And I'm spitting
Hell's flames
Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Carlo Ramos, Joshua Frye
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