Crystal World

Lyrics

[Verse 1] I've been [?] Ever since i had a Flexfit and a gel fringe on some stainless metal pendant shit Still up on that same death to all you lames Killer coward toss a virgin in the flame I'ma get you hooked on something that'll make you go insane and have you jookin' like the mayne The voice inside my head had told me, "Dylan, brainwash 'em with the funky music that you make" I don't know a girl named Keena but I think I've seen her with your mama checking her foot veins Flip the fucking streets out with the product I cook I got 'em hooked up on the message I'ma stay whippin' up in hell's kitchen Highly explosive contents under heavy pressure [Verse 2] Look deep into my eyes I gotta get out of this place Fucking with me isn't wise Fucking with me is on a different plane of fuddy duddy goof-goof error I'ma bring the terror, I'ma let it hammer deep down inside your brain 'til it dies God, I did my best, and so I'm headed out west It was all good, till I saw that [?] went into cardiac arrest [Verse 3] Shoutout to my girl Aileen Wuornos, I be looking like that every day 'Cause a g like R-O-double Z zag buy the brick, by the key, by the weight Back to the honeycomb hideaway, I'ma stay paid off of death meth All that fast living gonna catch up to you soon, so if you can now, catch your breath [Verse 4] I gotta get some exercise, I gotta get my rocks off, I gotta get up on a new enterprise Let it eat the walls of my house, eat it up from the inside out I don't give a fuck, I'ma stay cooking dope, bag it up, push the bitches out I'ma have you tweaking off the tweesum, jizzm, jizzm, jizzm all the way to prison Is it strawberry? Is it blueberry? Is it white? You alright? What the business? Feeling like a fucking fly up on the wall, watchin' of all y'all scratching, itching Feeling like a god of death, an underground mortician pharmatician murder mission You gotta mix it up If you get too deep off in the mix then go to church and hope the Lord above gon' fix you up Rozzy with the oil burner, burn you with the foil Turn you into walking dead, straight to the head, you witness your own murder