How you wanna tag my style
You are not the destroyer
I got my bright girl near me
He's a dark mutation
0, 1 degree, I trusted you
How you wanna hate a thing
Deflects our eggs on latitude
She's so much taller
I got my Georgie Fruit on
Delinquent days are here again
Let's just say
There's two Gods for everyone
It's like to disappear forever
Moving in clipped tempos making
The controller's spheres have disappeared and it hurts
When you are so inferior
Shares my strange urge
Giving replicators somewhere to go
Reference Stendhal
How you wanna mess my spotless interior?
Crazy how the symbolism works
An hour dead
How you wanna hate a thing
Against your cursive body
Sad dreams of the flag appearing
Let's just say
How you wanna mess my spotless interior?
For my demented past time
Delinquent days are here again
No, don't explain
But we're authentic
Let's just say
I am so superior
How you wanna mess
She's so meta
I'm not afraid
Let's just say
[Incomprehensible]
From the C.C.A.A. Booty Patrol
With a crisp endorsement
You are not the destroyer
[Incomprehensible]
One, two Gods for the beasts
To smash a window in every house on our block
How you wanna mess
You can test my talons
When you are so inferior
