SUPERNATURALNATURAL

My power is divine, and has no limit

There is no force natural or supernatural that can stop me, or my mission

I'm trippin, no kiddin'

My mind, it function different

I'm wiggin', just listen

I'll tell you 'bout these visions

My mission, I'm driven

Arrested on suspicion

Undertaker, mortician

I fill in the position

I spoke it, it happened

It came into fruition

Existence is slippin'

I make no right decisions

Them pigeons, they smitten

They heard my shit be hittin'

Your savior, has risen

My head feel like a prison

Checkin' my list, checkin' it twice

I'm collectin' presidеnts, the skeleton typе

(They dead)

Howlin' at the moon now for several nights

Get to Elm Street, make a left then a right

Southside, Eastside, wash up on the seaside

Wack fit, cheap ride, IQ is at least five

Blindfolded, feet tied, roll you down the steep side

Burnt out, deep fried, agitate a beehive

Okay, okay

Talkin' with my dogs, I'm the Son of Sam

Okay, okay (Berkowitz)

Humans speak a language I don't understand

Okay, okay

Don't misjudge a man with a gun in hand

Okay, okay

Plus his family hungry, you gon' wanna scram

Ichabod Crane

Thrown away like loose change

Vincent Price

Rotten vital fluid runnin' through my veins

Late at night

There's a showing, come and see my house of pain

Got the face of Jack Skellington

Shadows I be dwelling in

I ain't wanna do it, but you made me

Dump out what's in the trunk, nothing but some junk

Mama like "What happened to my baby?"

Don't let him get famous

That shit would be dangerous

Bitch, this is severance

I'll erase the evidence

Locate where your weapons went

Picked up some malevolence

Read the EMF, there's a ghost in your residence

Now I see that every room I'm in, I'm the elephant

Way too numb

Family, look what I've become

That's a hit-and-run

Back to tablets on my tongue

Used to do that shit for fun

Twenty-seven club is young

Now let's gather 'round the table

Russian roulette with the gun

Watch me hit a hunnid, ain't no laws in this whip

Watch me snap my fingers, drop the drawls off a trick

I don't get too pressed, that's applause when I spit

Cribbo had a mouse in the walls for a bit

My goal is to make everyone hate me

Just had another episode, you caught it in HD

Took the 747 and I landed it safely

It's like every time I blink, a lil more crazy it makes me

I'm trippin', no kiddin'

My mind, it function different

I'm wiggin', just listen

I'll tell you 'bout these visions

My mission, I'm driven

Arrested on suspicion

Undertaker, mortician

I'm fillin' the position

I spoke it, it happened

It came into fruition

Existence, is slippin'

I make no right decisions

Them pigeons, they smitten

They heard my shit be hittin'

Your savior, has risen

My head feel like a prison