Million Year Fallen Angel

Intro — spoken, over dusty vinyl crackle and a light jazz sample loop] Yeah. Bola Head Diggy Dum, part two. You thought I was done? Nah. I was just gettin’ warmed up. --- [Verse 1 — drums drop, boom-bap kicks in] Coming at me like you’re a fallen angel One million years later and you don’t even know the rules of the game Hold up — let me rewind Coming at me like a fallen angel When your bracelets — like, that’s your bangles Talking all that shit that you got a big dick Fuck your little dick You just got a big truck, motherfucker You should be able to learn what is stable You been here over one million years But I’ve never seen you look in any mirrors Do that shadow work And stop eating that pork Did you know that pigs are the closest relatives to us? That’s all you ever do is fuss --- [Brief break — beat strips to just kick and snare, ad-lib: “mmhm… say that… preach…”] --- [Verse 2 — beat comes back with full weight] Fuck your little bitch ass, no heaven Slit down your back Smelly feet motherfucker That’s the only reason why you brought me food Was to make me fat I already knew that Already lost most of my weight And you still don’t know your fucking fate Little piece of shit Like the kind that when you’re mowing the lawn with bare feet It goes through your toes Disgusting as hell Fuck you little bitch --- [Outro — beat drops out, spoken with quiet finality over the vinyl crackle] One million years. Zero mirrors. Zero shadow work. You a pig eating pig. I’m out. (silence) (record scratch) (END)