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Call your doctor if you have high fever, stiff muscles and confusion to address a possible life-threatening condition. Or if you have uncontrollable muscle movements, as these can become permanent

Ayy, ayy A—a—a, ayy

I'm so sick of everyone in my life

If I died tonight, only the Dalai Lama will cry

You should bide your time

Hoping to fall to the side

Saying, “He shone so bright, yeah, we was boys pre-hype”

But check it out

My only real friends wear white over the suit and tie

Jump off the deep end with a 12 gauge and a .45

Subconscious beatdown while I tweak out on the pistol sight

You don't need real friends when you're always talking to the sky

You got too greedy and took a risk that just wasn’t worth it

I walk too freely around with tools I stole from a surgeon

Better be sure in your assertion to liquidate persons

Once I make contact, sign that clean up contract

Nobody can stop it for certain

Fatal gravity current, nasal cavity vermin

Gonna consume all of the powder caked on your Burtons

Got a little bit of gutter green

With a surplus of all-purpose Mr. Clean in my Thermos

Fleece all the poppyseeds off your person

Never gonna float your boat, but I’ll burn it

Doctor, doctor, gimmie the prescription

I’m trying to turn my morals blurry like my vision

Fuck the facts, I got fiction in my system

Take it over like a riot in a prison

Bitch, I’m out like my brain’s playing taps

Fuck a plan, only tactic is I gotta stay intact

I—I—I—I'm only half a man left, lizard brain loose

And I got seven seconds left 'til that thought loops

Someone please explain why living in a van is so appealing to me

I got no reason to be sinking in the Dead Sea

I got it so easy, so simple

Fill my vehicle with piss and needles

Pit it out, set it on fire

Tenty church and tarpy steeple

Ayy! Ayy!

The freest agent in the West

You ain't seen me at my best

If you living, it’s a test

Oh no, I got the generator plugged into my chest

Snorting Prana through a trash bag

Swimming in my nest

Lawyer, lawyer, give me the deposition

I’m gonna kick that door in the court and be so suspicious on the floor

Why don’t I just solve all your cases?

Spare forensics from the gore

Drank a whole bottle of Luminol

Following putrification to the source

Work for the firm Johnnie Cochran

Oh yes, I do

Pain pools in every section

Pulp of the framed fools

Falling like satellites

Every person in Gotham spilling their brain jewels

Father of five

Killed the kids and the love of his life too