I’m that blunt breathin’ barbarian, coughin’ up chaos, Swervin’ through dimensions while I fingerfuck a seance, Chevy ridin’ dirty with a demon in the trunk, And a triple-stuffed blunt fatter than your baby mom’s gut Ain’t no chill, ain’t no peace pipe, bitch, I roll war logs dipped in distillate slick, Lungs blacker than my past and my dick ain’t clean, But the resin on my soul got a permanent sheen I don’t pass sh*t — I hog smoke like sins, Tongue twistin’ these rhymes while I purge my sins Got strains in my jar that ain’t even legal, Hit so hard it erased my people I ain’t human — I’m a strain mutation, F*** probation, I’m combustin’ in rotation Lickin’ lips of death, pullin’ hits outta anger, Got a bong shaped like a fist with a middle-finger chamber Goddamn, I’m disgusting — Ash on my shirt, brain buzzin’ and cussin’ Puffin’ on a nug like I’m suckin’ on vengeance, And I only f*** girls who roll wax with a vengeance Yeah — I’m high off trauma and trainwrecks, Got PTSD and a dab press I don’t love, I combust, and I stress less When I blow out smoke with a chest press Talk fast like the devil’s tongue twisted, Each bar like a bullet in a meth-head’s wishlist Chevy got loud like a trap house whippin’, And my weed got teeth like it bite back vicious Call me blunt-born barbarian, Drippin’ wax like I nut on the terrarium Every line I spit is a sin with a grin, And I treat roaches like kin in a resinous bin Smoke ring halos, floatin’ like death’s breath, Mix three strains then I cough ‘til there’s nothin’ left Roll up fat like a pregnant stripper, And I ghost in the whip like a haunted drifter I ain’t lyrical — I’m criminal with rhythm, Verbally vicious, pissin’ on your wisdom Talkin’ all this “clean” rap? Miss me, b*tch I been suckin’ the soul from a spliff since six Got a wax glob fat like a tumor in my rig, Pull hits like revenge, let the trauma dig Inhale like a war vet deep in regret, Then I blow out bars that make Jesus sweat B*tch I’m lit — like an orphanage in flames, Got trauma in my bloodstream mixed with strains And my Chevy ride dirtier than Pornhub tabs, With a chick rollin’ jays out my dead dad’s rags My spit game surgical, foul and obscene, Every bar a disease with a kush vaccine Hit so hard I hallucinate taxes, And I punch my own face just to sharpen my axes Screamin’ f*** 12 with a grin and a hit, Took a dab so thick I forgot how to sit My weed got names like gangbangers’ kids, And I light ‘em all up like apocalypse bids I don’t do chill — I overdose loud, With a mind so bent that I smoke through clouds I’m a god in a nightmare, chain-smokin’ guilt, With a devil in my pen and a ziploc quilt Every puff like an act of violence, Got a strain so strong it break domestic silence I speak in blunts and I think in terps, And I only say “sorry” when the lighter don’t work Yeah — I’m hellspawn high, drippin’ in wax, Got a strain that could cancel a cardiac relapse Got trauma on loop, and a pulse that’s fried, And a blunt so fat it got Wi-Fi I don’t just smoke, I assault this sh*t, Light up the air like I’m preachin’ from the pit I cough blood, laugh, then rip again, Put a dab on your grave and I spit your sin Real sh*t — my lungs built different, Got rot in my chest and I still keep hittin’ I don’t need rehab, I need more flame, I got high once and forgot my name Now I’m known as the ghost with the terps in his gut, Rippin’ rhymes so raw that they stitch my lungs shut Call me vulgar, call me divine, But don’t f***in’ cough when you pass what’s mine I’m a warhead with a wick and a weed bag, With a zip that scream and a brain that lag And I’m burnin’ through time on a backwoods missile, While I freestyle pain through a kush-tipped pistol (final line slow-growls, fades into distorted coughing and ashfall) “If Hell had smoke… it’d still be mid.”
