The Yaw Trapper

Bitch, I got AR's, action replays
Cheat the fucking system
Switch the cards
Rig 'em hard
Get them rigor mortis
Sitting in the stars, if at all
Got them pitchforks burning, lifted in the smog
It's a gong, in the center
The ritual's just begun
Listen y'all
They're mix morphing the TRU TRAPPER and the Yaw into one

How'd they morph them into one?
Pushing them negatives charges together
All in the palm of a graviton glove
Yeah, they get fucked, but do they get enough love?
Candles lighting up, tongues fluttering up the bus
Darkening like a car wash, windows gone bust
Yeah, you get fucked, do you get enough love?
Trapped on a boat on a stormy night
Nothing to do, but lock our eyes
Out on the deck then I went missing
Window to the soul you saw my vision
Stuck at sea on a breezy morning

Damned for eternity
Constricting moccasins hurting me, certainly
Herald turned 30, got murdered in first degree
Swirl in my world so I curled in absurdity
I am the Curtained King
Cutting the puppet strings
Fucking the upper wings
Dynasties suffering
Fuck what they fucking think
Trust in the underlings dumping the thundering
Shattering sundering, breaking up under me
Crust of a planet that's shaking and crumbling
Good satisfaction is not what the money brings
You can get fucked
Fucked up for other things

Bitch, I got AR's, action replays
Cheat the fucking system
Switch the cards
Rig 'em hard
Get them rigor mortis
Sitting in the stars, if at all
Got them pitchforks burning, lifted in the smog
It's a gong, in the center
The ritual's just begun
Listen y'all
They're mix morphing the TRU TRAPPER and the Yaw into one



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Writer(s): Kyle Gregory
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