Quantum Mysteries
Speading diseases and starting the plague
None of you bitches will make it to fame
I'm done with this nonsense it's back to the grave
Look to the sky I am making it rain
I'm a g6 a g6
A g12 on pay day
Your feet smell oh may day
It's blasphemy
Bag the weed
Galloping
Gifting the wallowing monster beans
Murdered your girl
For being smarter than your daughter
Burglers hurl
A bunch of shit out off the harbor
Nerd rope for ya mamma to complete that Hereditary slaughter
A marauder with a bizarre start
As a repair car man working in the Carmen
With a tub of lard in his yard
He's a God with a rod of steel
Have a meal
If you feel
Like a 3rd wheel
Kick em in the dick
Until they're sick
Sucking on some grandmas tits
Hey platatatada
Play a little game
Called go in fucking sane
While staring at a picture of your face
Covered in some bloodstains
Scraped against the grain
I've been trying to maintain
My humanity but I've just gone insane
I'm scatterbrained and remain inhumane
I hydroplane and crash into the infinity train
I steady stay elevated with the iv in my veins
Reassuring my brain has a new path to pave
I'm a zombie with zero hobbies
I tried to be a hero but they left me in the lobby
I'm bout to pop
Shoot a fucking cop
Cause he's not who he said
Leave a motherfucker laying dead in his bed
How does it taste when your chokin on lead
None of you bitches will make it to fame
I'm done with this nonsense it's back to the grave
Look to the sky I am making it rain
I'm a g6 a g6
A g12 on pay day
Your feet smell oh may day
It's blasphemy
Bag the weed
Galloping
Gifting the wallowing monster beans
Murdered your girl
For being smarter than your daughter
Burglers hurl
A bunch of shit out off the harbor
Nerd rope for ya mamma to complete that Hereditary slaughter
A marauder with a bizarre start
As a repair car man working in the Carmen
With a tub of lard in his yard
He's a God with a rod of steel
Have a meal
If you feel
Like a 3rd wheel
Kick em in the dick
Until they're sick
Sucking on some grandmas tits
Hey platatatada
Play a little game
Called go in fucking sane
While staring at a picture of your face
Covered in some bloodstains
Scraped against the grain
I've been trying to maintain
My humanity but I've just gone insane
I'm scatterbrained and remain inhumane
I hydroplane and crash into the infinity train
I steady stay elevated with the iv in my veins
Reassuring my brain has a new path to pave
I'm a zombie with zero hobbies
I tried to be a hero but they left me in the lobby
I'm bout to pop
Shoot a fucking cop
Cause he's not who he said
Leave a motherfucker laying dead in his bed
How does it taste when your chokin on lead
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Writer(s): Tyson Dean O'bryan
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