Heaven’s Gate Has The Best Punch

Lyrics

[Intro] Hey [Verse 1] So you thinkin' you a edgy motherfucker with your Been Trill No rent to pay and yo' granny got yo' phone bill These motherfuckers twenty-two, live like they sixteen Ain't nothin urban bout a outfitter hypebeast No identity, sittin' 'round re-tweetin' tweets From your favorite rapper you found out about like last week Keep it trendy like a pussy bitch you oughta be The schema da posse puttin' all yo' fans to fuckin' sleep [Interlude: Marshall Applewhite] Planet Earth is about to be recycled Your only chance to survive or evacuate, is to leave, with us [Verse 2] So once you hit eleven likes you a king, pussy be beggin' for you, I see I bet you pick up on my sarcasm so easily, easily Bury yo' head in the ground and then don't come out, better sort your fuckin' life out There's more to life than hittin' synthetic drugs 'til yo' lights out When I was a kid on my bus I got a bible, was told to read it I took it home to my pops, he threw it in the trash and yelled "Don't you even" That begun my life as a heathen, questioning everything Especially trends, among other shit keepin' the population contained [Interlude: Marshall Applewhite] The mind that was in Jesus, that mind is in me I know what I just said. I said: "I am the return of the son of my father" I'll tell you something that's even more remarkable: my father came with me, this time [Hook] Shit don't mean a thing, if you got no money, no pussy, no weed Long as you got eleven likes, you won't lose any sleep Shit don't mean a thing, if you got no man, no cash, oh, well Long as you got eleven likes you won't hate yourself Shit don't mean a thing, if you got no money, no pussy, no weed Long as you got eleven likes, you won't lose any sleep Shit don't mean a thing, if you got no man, no cash, oh, well Long as you got eleven likes you won't hate your- [Outro] Self