B.E.S.

I got that bacon egg sandwich
And damn bitch its smackings
Got that everything bagel turnin' everything to magics
Its simplest that raptures
Its the simplest that grasps us from here to there after

Hold it close- Hold it close-

I'm just Aiming for the hatchback the interior is white and the exterior is matchings
Call the color scheme fascist
Prolly rock the ice with gilded gold that go n match this
Pourin' up the ancestors don't splash the matches
And what the match lit
I wasn't awake when I saw the deer
But I was awake when I followed it
And its dragons talons made it clear
And it was so hard to swallow it
Molly out the parachute
Or gulp'n every severed tooth fell loose from when the NB slipped-

Off the roof
The fiddle I hold is golden though and while its scratched stay resolute
Better believe it hold a tune, better believe it sobers you
You're better when belief is over you
You're better releasing the leash that be keeping this inhibitions so close to you
Cus leashes dogs do tend to chew
Yeah
It don't matter your unusual mood
Yeah
It don't matter what you thought the training do
Turns out the training loosed
And now what needs the trainings loose
Oh what am I to do

Still got that bacon egg sandwich
Crumbs on the mattress
Inconsistent stat list its fun being classless
Elegance of poetry to show 'em where my ass is
From the sharpest Nagi-Gatana, to pool noodle, madness
Or is it live fast mixed with Nascar caskets
We drifting round the bend, till we bending through the bend
And fixed in deaths jaw maw and hooked claw scratches
Until we end the drag than its exhale n pass this Ghost