Fathers Day

Lyrics

Sylvia can you do me a solid Can you get your sister and go and get polished and get back into my pocket We bout to get into some smobbin Dylan bringing the wrath down be my path down so I wouldn't have options What's a goblin to an abomination The creation know you got me nauseous Got me dashin for cash and im still single handedly smashing the collective conscious You hiding behind them creeping up behind just to cut up your spine like I dont have a conscience I was sent from the heavens to euthanize everyone its just part of my process In a dark room rockin back and forth talkin what appear to be nonsense I dont care about anything other than annuit coeptis up in my pocket Profit trapped in the wrong dimension like a shinigami feelin got me like I lost it Pushing on dont give a damn about it How many skeletons up in my closet So many that I can't count it cus I lost track cus its like a damn mountain I dont give a fuck Keep countin money up Run it up Mararthonin' Get me to my shows via con air if you unaware I feel like Sarah Connor More like Sara Goldfarb heavy gold bars steady breaking bitches honor If they say they fuck with me and you ain't here for me then hear it here they all imposters Step up if you wanna die today the situation bout to happen if you wanna Workin lurkin creepin through the window of your room and on the news at night im labelled monster Dylan (?) Zachariah going full pariah Underneath the ground that you walk on Constant visions of death in my mind got me thinking cloudy creepin into my other thoughts Get the fuck back Get the fuck back Got me buckin like a fuckin sawed off R O double Z you already know me Bumpin like a key now its on Who got money on the eight Shake it out and scrape it on the plate Straight to the face Fast pace heart rate Your lonelier the longer that you wait