SERIAL (feat. Rob Buck & Neem)

Murder fleau, watch your back
Born to kill, I'm about to attack
I'm tic-tac-towing your mobile
And skirting off with your bitch in the back
Fractalizing visionary
Tantalizing missionary
Where is God when I need him most?
I'm holy ghosting Halle Berry
I'm ripping hallelujahs but I ain't fucking with Kendrick
I'm shouting, "MY BOY, THAT'S MY BOY!"
Rest in peace to Cedric
I'm still rolling bitches burritos
Guess nothing ever changes
Crush a bag of Dorito's
And throw it in your face
Then watch your soul leave your physical form
Before my retina's torn
The firestorm is coming
Bet your ass be wishing you was never born
My soul is lorn and worn
But I don't know about yours
Because I've been in and out of physical realms
Subconscious wiped down to its core
Whip in the the Pickle smoking blunts ay
SSX you know I'm ripping stunts ay yuh
Maybe sneak some shrooms up in my lunch
Or take your girl out for some brunch
Then free myself from fashion
As I dive into the riverfront

We came to make some new classics
Pack another stack and start a few bad habits
No heavy vibes, we don't tolerate that whack shit
Bump this in the ride until you memorize the track-list
We came to make some new classics
Pack another stack and start a few bad habits
Fuck them heavy vibes, we never tolerate that whack shit
Bump this in the ride until you memorize the track-list

Yeah I'm slipping towards the edge, Where the Sidewalk Ends
I don't know how close I'm getting, I don't got any friends
But I'm gonna keep chugging on like I do in the gyms
While I stay away from drama as I carry out my sins
Because in this world, the human mind, you know it can't resist itself
Eating up its past as it stresses about a future self
Always moving one step ahead of time with drugs on the shelf
Cleanse your soul as you continue to find your true self
You little bitch, you selfish motherfucker get out your seat
Because in this world you gotta work and pay for what you need
Global warming doesn't give a fuck, it's right beneath our feet
As it pushes businessmen to slowly end our fucking scene
Because look around yo, it's all about cash
Shit's about to go down, the dollar's finna crash and when it folds
I'm gonna be the one that's out for blood you better watch out
Because you pussies hiding all our bands I'm finna cash you out

Uh
Born on the thirteenth of Friday
Freddy Krueger on the beat, my mind is sharp as knife blades
Quick learning, moving fast, I'm on the highway
I ain't Frank Sinatra but I gots to do it my way (woah)
In first place, I ain't ever coming after
Leader of the pack, you see my back? I just passed you
A skilled author, this is just the first chapter
Throwing heat, I'm way out of your league
Thirst trap you
I had some time to stock my ammunition
Jackhammer, I'm experienced in demolition
FLEAU bumping, listen up because this the next edition
And Rob is cooking up some spicy shit like this the kitchen (oh yeah)
These bars are cardio, it's hard to catch my breath
White guy, tight rhymes make Tide look filthy
Stunting 'til I die, check my style I'm fresh to death
If I ever get too old to stay fly then just kill me
And that's me giving my permission, no really (no really)
Sniper's in position, I won't even break a sweat (nah)
Moving like the flu even Medusa couldn't steal me
Rob just passed the ball and now I'm aiming for the net (swish)
And I ain't letting you forget
Getting stuck inside your head like some bogus propagandas
Huh
I keep it going infinite
I pick up the mic and spit because that's my modus operandi
(mmm)

We came to make some new classics
Pack another stack and start a few bad habits
No heavy vibes, we don't tolerate that whack shit
Bump this in the ride until you memorize the track-list
We came to make some new classics
Pack another stack and start a few bad habits
No heavy vibes, we don't tolerate that whack shit
Bump this in the ride until you memorize the track-list