[Verse, Steve💀Dank] HEAR ME! Past that pantry of my ailment, elastics snap like guillotines Decapitating downs, my brain's a madhouse machine Electroshock therapy, volts jolt the sane to smithereens Iniside bottled butchery, dish rags drown in gasoline Strangled six-string with sting of quantum entanglement Poised perspectives with hemlock hypocritical derangement Suffocating the stratos in a serpentine sensation My quips are assassins, monetizing medication Bludgeon boredom with a bat of brutal brilliance Doubt delusions in a deluge of dissonant diligence I'm the reaper's riddle, reaping reason's resistance Insane asylum symphony, conducting your existence Fucked up facts of frenzy, my fury's a fatal fade Carving cysts into craniums, no escaping this charade Asphyxiate apathy with asphalt's abstract aim Just a semtex cipher, slipping silent through the serenade Compound conclusions on ironies' infinite SPIKES Notify the nulls of normalcy with garbled GRIPES Defenestrate the dull, hurl 'em from heights of hype My mania morphs into methods, meticulous and ripe Electrocute egos with electric eel eloquence Bury the banal in barbiturate benevolence I'm the lunatic's lexicon, lethal in every leverage Killing conformity, promoting the pain with ascendance 1,2,3,4,5,6, SLEVEN Eleven reasons why you got 13, SEVEN Geriatric snitch, trip cause sum bitch left an itch with sum stagnant pussy Only gorilla grip you get with that tape, bitch So glad I can be here to witness this shit "The best rapper" with the worst bit Fake, broke ass mothafucka tryin to "ghost ryde" that dick Lemme shut my mouth before you start throwin fits.. I'm gettin' too old for this shit That's ok tho Got that new wave for ya.. Go ahead, 7, KILL 'EM! [verse two, SeventhSong] seven yo stacking bricks scrape at the mud, wolf a comin hes all mud-ie laffin at the game buggs,bunny, words just show up (lucky) grind em down to letters throw em off the page (Con-fettii), boopin like betty, standin in the yard come on mother fucker come get me, circle around come, (fight me) I ment what I said you never miss red shaken my head im making your bed I sleep with my heater, cold like winter nocking down these trees (timber), stretching out (limber), screamin route (insta-mental) watch-me, ticking like a clock like a watch be, think i aint got me? im the motha fucka out here i got me stop sign up aint never stop me take the sign and grind in at rivit till i pop it (shrapnel) rip the metal rearrange a new (riddle) you see the ops keep the the tee thats for me and that aint subliminally i wrote it on the sign out to get mine, grind, never bind, sparks fly light it up cigarette, never forget, an irrelevant, irritant, but my benefit side step on the game, game to blame rewrite the code as it errode, light this mother fucker untill its stowed flipin switchs beast (mode) yall be counting sheep fast asleep, (hoe) you aint sleeping on me, just wait and see, you dont think I can switch lanes? remember im the one thats innn-saine [chours, SeventhSong] they tried to stop me, I took the fuckin sign, bent the metal, read my mind mad house wired, volts inside, calm outside but I’m not fine count it down, switchin at these lanes, hold it back until it’s time If I break its the grind by design (break) yeah, I’m insane but I’m aligned i dont have to try
