 Don't flop all fucking days, good to be back Old-time body-bancal on the camera Chris Lee's J-Madden White noise, let's go! Listen, the demon has risen Streaming at warp speed Transmitting through TV screens From a brief, it's a mission In 3D, with a deep inhibition Beating the living shit out of you Crows to the fetal position The weed in the system got me deeper to thinking To cross to listen to the teachings Jesus given Steven and dissing any priest that was listening Thanks for the red wine, but I don't even believe a religion Skiing in a mission, wide awake and malicious Gave police by description My behaviour was vicious With the legal prescription Instead of making my riches So much blood money, Dracula wants to stake in my business Disney God, the black tiger, my ankle Travel door to door, servicing any man I can handle I'm sacking the castle for wax, jack of the sample Beat myself to death just to leave out Vandals in a battle Leaving the wrappers, smashed back to the mangle Tell your manager guitar plans have to be cancelled I'ma have them strangled Stamped in a trampled and dragged across the street Beneath a black vandal of Vandal I'm universally hexed Be my journal and be prepared to be Curse working out the configurations How each word will connect To circle your head with the cathedral Reverberal effect Expect to receive a letter by each team member Reading you'll never be better than me ever Ridiculously clever Street-reader Repersent to the scene Dexed up in the South Beach sector Keeping the meat fresher Milking it like your girl's chest When I'm squeezing a breath with extreme pressure I don't need cheddar Your bitch lactates her tits lactate Some laptop's intolerant, please tell her I'm cruising for the new trap to puke on I'm too sick, you best moonwalk, you prick Do one, I'm too strong Super like croutons Transfused with neutrons With an intent to make nuke bombs Recognized by my size to alias Vaporizing people inside of a nine mile radius My styles are craziest I ain't screwing around now I'm straight nailing this I don't give two fucks I do drugs, peat myself black And group poor, give me member that clue clocks Musta did too much I feel trippy My attitude is all fucked up I'm real shitty I'll cut to the Achilles Hill quickly Hand standing by my ankle Demanding you can't wheel with me Vertical 360 Circling neat city Staggered your platinum plaque For my personal street frisbee The fact that it flows Wack of the most I'll be laughing from the wack Until I can get the fuck of my foe White noise I'm done Watch as the problem grows Spreading faster across the globe The population of lost control But all I know