[Verse 1] Heat up in the booth, Notebook got the truth, heater aimed at you, turn your truth into john willlks booth, Old troubled soul, long in the tooth, felt like I was ninety since I was fuckin twenty two, feels like it was just yesterday it was terrible twos, then blues clues, then I was clueless learning rules in the street bout what not to do I wanna make it back home to see the next day through. High-wire, live wire, sky diver, trailer fire, all the things that I'm like once I start getting wired, opps turn to skeletons hard to hide the evidence, better get some lyme and start a tire fire, Sheriff comes around he gon wonder where them tourists went I'mma need an alluhbye or somethin I don't wanna do time over yuppies with a flat tire. alright fine guess I'll help, Hey my names dave, looks like you got lost on your way to whatever vay kay you had planned for the day, see your golf clubs and boat shoes next to your laptop and hey, no judgement here looks like a fun day, Oh whats that?, you got somewhere to be you say?, my bad I'll hurry up, got a spare zayne?, No spare? what you mean?, you got triple A?, guess I better do this quick, (HEY, WAIT A MINUTE, HEY!) [Gunshot] [Instrumental] [Verse 2] fly like terradactals in space ships, sicker than lyme disease ticks with a cold and the shits, Jesus in my heart, brain got devilish ways bitch I let the two duke it out so you don't gotta give either they payment, Devils always scary I get what your sayin, but If you a snake then Jesus gon leave you worse off than saytin, one minute you a tough guy now you beggin and prayin I don't have a come to Jesus moment and let this pen start sprayin, Ring around the rosie they dun bombed all of the posies, ashes to ashes, graveyard trophy, denuclearize slowly, nuke all the hope see, tighten the rope please, right round your throat please, society playin with my patience, player this ain't play station no sony, save me the bullshit, Oscar myer, baloney, might smile while you talkin but ain't believing shit low key, hopefully you notice so we can move on bro please. [Instrumental] [Verse 3] Fuck it, one more verse, room in the hearse, worse comes To worse we throw a couple on the roof, words they tend to hurt if you allergic to the truth, but unfortunately sir, yeah so sad for you, I don't give a flying fuck and there ain't shit you can do, I know it burns, you a virus and this shits a hundred proof. Hundred proof, like ninety nine plus one, This shit gon hurt son, under you, just more dirt son, under that, just more earth son, trust you ain't the first one, just another vermon, just another sermon, hearse swervin down these backroads leavin roadkill on purpose, hyde at the wheel, I'm just a person, do what he says or I get the hurtin and if its me verses you then you goin first son. [Instrumental]
