Keep pace while a shoe taps, dodge two traps,
After a few slaps, turned invisible foes faces blue black
They call out 'who that', I jumped down corrected grammar and flew back,
Cut the head off a mythical beast and stand and watched as it grew back
Like, ' yo, I knew that ', these story writers borrow from the same scripts,
Who REALLY gives a fuck about what the producer's name is?
Ain't really changin shit, but still going thru changes,
If bullets graze the sun, I just found out what my range is
Taught a lion the art of spyin but it skipped my mind to tame it
Flip it, reverse and flame it,
Dip it in sauce and claim it as a country
My little fillet of heaven on earth,
Built a drill to pierce the sky with the metals unearthed
somewhere along the line a freakin devil emerged,
Wearing a lab coat, in hopes to attract whores to trap doors under floorboards,
As long as the beers cold, count me in
High enough to jump the gun, start blazin at 310, but not on weekends
My sweet sins caught by the trees skin,
Teeth spin, this here is the end.