See I'm a suicidal kid with no future
I'm quicker to bust your face with a
Baseball bat before I shoot ya
The Barbecue and brass monkey hittin'
Up the food truck
The I take my chick right back to
The crib and straight to Kama Sutra
This Schemaposse bitch I don't give a
F*ck about no hip shit
Now this that cruisin' down the
Highway gettin' dome pimp shit
With the big junt in your face
Them 12's knockin' like the police
And best believe I'm worshippin' the Earth
And listen to no priest mothaf*cka
Nah, this that you don't really give
A f*ck about a thang shit
With the little bit the pimp
Ridin' solo in yo donk shit
I'm bringin' back that phonk that
Make the devil wanna twist
We groovin' like it's 1975
Psychedelics in my piss
Nah, feel that liquor travelin'
Through you torso and lay yo head back blow
That smoke into the ozone
You sacrifice your soul for a cult
And you don't even know
If not for Alan Watts I woulda
Been dead a long time ago
Well, bitch, I never listen
Pay attention to that hoe shit
Mothaf*ckas yappin' like a bitch
But they don't know shit
Crucify yo body, then pretend I didn't know
Well, bitch, I never listen
Pay attention to that hoe shit
Mothaf*ckas yappin' like a bitch
But they don't know shit
Crucify yo body, then pretend I didn't know
What I was really doin'
Plead insanity in court
Never the one to be one in believin'
That one of my demons didn't
Know I'm a Heathen
Debatin' the meanin' of Genesis ready to die
Like a f*ckin' swine
Keep on believin' a reason
To murder the ones that
Don't believe in believin'
I am the Anti-Christ, I'm here to put an end
To all them hopes you feedin', keep it G
And mothaf*ck a Sunday morn in prison
Bitch I had it up to here
With all of that shit you christen
Missin' me with your focus
If Hocus Pocus turn water to wine
Sounds like the wool is over your eyes
I don't sympathize
Well, bitch, I never listen
Pay attention to that hoe shit
Mothaf*ckas yappin' like a bitch
But they don't know shit
Crucify yo body, then pretend I didn't know
Well, bitch, I never listen
Pay attention to that hoe shit
Mothaf*ckas yappin' like a bitch
But they don't know shit
Crucify yo body, then pretend I didn't know
What I was really doin'
Plead insanity in court
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See I'm a suicidal kid with no future
I'm quicker to bust your face with a
Baseball bat before I shoot ya
The Barbecue and brass monkey hittin'
Up the food truck
The I take my chick right back to
The crib and straight to Kama Sutra
This Schemaposse bitch I don't give a
F*ck about no hip shit
Now this that cruisin' down the
Highway gettin' dome pimp shit
With the big junt in your face
Them 12's knockin' like the police
And best believe I'm worshippin' the Earth
And listen to no priest mothaf*cka
Nah, this that you don't really give
A f*ck about a thang shit
With the little bit the pimp
Ridin' solo in yo donk shit
I'm bringin' back that phonk that
Make the devil wanna twist
We groovin' like it's 1975
Psychedelics in my piss
Nah, feel that liquor travelin'
Through you torso and lay yo head back blow
That smoke into the ozone
You sacrifice your soul for a cult
And you don't even know
If not for Alan Watts I woulda
Been dead a long time ago
Well, bitch, I never listen
Pay attention to that hoe shit
Mothaf*ckas yappin' like a bitch
But they don't know shit
Crucify yo body, then pretend I didn't know
Well, bitch, I never listen
Pay attention to that hoe shit
Mothaf*ckas yappin' like a bitch
But they don't know shit
Crucify yo body, then pretend I didn't know
What I was really doin'
Plead insanity in court
Never the one to be one in believin'
That one of my demons didn't
Know I'm a Heathen
Debatin' the meanin' of Genesis ready to die
Like a f*ckin' swine
Keep on believin' a reason
To murder the ones that
Don't believe in believin'
I am the Anti-Christ, I'm here to put an end
To all them hopes you feedin', keep it G
And mothaf*ck a Sunday morn in prison
Bitch I had it up to here
With all of that shit you christen
Missin' me with your focus
If Hocus Pocus turn water to wine
Sounds like the wool is over your eyes
I don't sympathize
Well, bitch, I never listen
Pay attention to that hoe shit
Mothaf*ckas yappin' like a bitch
But they don't know shit
Crucify yo body, then pretend I didn't know
Well, bitch, I never listen
Pay attention to that hoe shit
Mothaf*ckas yappin' like a bitch
But they don't know shit
Crucify yo body, then pretend I didn't know
What I was really doin'
Plead insanity in court
I'm quicker to bust your face with a
Baseball bat before I shoot ya
The Barbecue and brass monkey hittin'
Up the food truck
The I take my chick right back to
The crib and straight to Kama Sutra
This Schemaposse bitch I don't give a
F*ck about no hip shit
Now this that cruisin' down the
Highway gettin' dome pimp shit
With the big junt in your face
Them 12's knockin' like the police
And best believe I'm worshippin' the Earth
And listen to no priest mothaf*cka
Nah, this that you don't really give
A f*ck about a thang shit
With the little bit the pimp
Ridin' solo in yo donk shit
I'm bringin' back that phonk that
Make the devil wanna twist
We groovin' like it's 1975
Psychedelics in my piss
Nah, feel that liquor travelin'
Through you torso and lay yo head back blow
That smoke into the ozone
You sacrifice your soul for a cult
And you don't even know
If not for Alan Watts I woulda
Been dead a long time ago
Well, bitch, I never listen
Pay attention to that hoe shit
Mothaf*ckas yappin' like a bitch
But they don't know shit
Crucify yo body, then pretend I didn't know
Well, bitch, I never listen
Pay attention to that hoe shit
Mothaf*ckas yappin' like a bitch
But they don't know shit
Crucify yo body, then pretend I didn't know
What I was really doin'
Plead insanity in court
Never the one to be one in believin'
That one of my demons didn't
Know I'm a Heathen
Debatin' the meanin' of Genesis ready to die
Like a f*ckin' swine
Keep on believin' a reason
To murder the ones that
Don't believe in believin'
I am the Anti-Christ, I'm here to put an end
To all them hopes you feedin', keep it G
And mothaf*ck a Sunday morn in prison
Bitch I had it up to here
With all of that shit you christen
Missin' me with your focus
If Hocus Pocus turn water to wine
Sounds like the wool is over your eyes
I don't sympathize
Well, bitch, I never listen
Pay attention to that hoe shit
Mothaf*ckas yappin' like a bitch
But they don't know shit
Crucify yo body, then pretend I didn't know
Well, bitch, I never listen
Pay attention to that hoe shit
Mothaf*ckas yappin' like a bitch
But they don't know shit
Crucify yo body, then pretend I didn't know
What I was really doin'
Plead insanity in court
Writer: ERIC WHITNEY
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Third Side Music Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Third Side Music Inc.