[Hook x2]
I’m sodomizing your bitch till the dawn break
Hands around her neck till she red faced
Buddha on my throat cuz I meditate
You fuckin waste of space
Don’t you procreate
[Verse 1]
Soon as the moon hit its peak
Bound your hands and feet
Placing my hand on your face
Uttering Latin speech
Pulling a dagger up outta my waist I place it in between your teeth
Soon as Vega hits the zenith I pull it and you bleed
I don’t respond to no beef
I would rather croak
I’m too enlightened to speak
Yes I am too woke
Pentagram on my ski
But just to provoke
You to question and seek
What you think you know
[Verse 2]
Don’t pop
Fuck dope
Drunk at the citadel
Sip the blood of Christ
Drive
Now I got a DUI
Old soul
Really tho
Never leave my house I don’t
Wanna go
Anywhere cuz in a full room I’m alone
No I don’t
Feel like I’m from here at all
Think a meteor with my cells hit Earth here long ago
Making me a thing from a world where we don’t give a fuck
About what anyone else doing I would rather not know
[Hook x2]
I’m sodomizing your bitch till the dawn break
Hands around her neck till she red faced
Buddha on my throat cuz I meditate
You fuckin waste of space
Don’t you procreate