Lyric

Back in time Mild prejudice

People love the man with the yellow hat!

‘This room is full of dead men!’

Slap! It ached

But I remember that temperature

It was hot and icy

That’s mother fucking savage

My personality is shit

But I write exquisite lyrics

Love them or hate them?

You can never ever say

They didn’t activate you

Whatever, I’m super excited

Naturally unnatural

If bodies are empty, and Orchids are easy to grow

I don’t give a fuck

I draw a circle like Naseem Hamed

I drove your car like a R&B singer

My songs are pretty good

Cos I’m a good soul suffer

Differentiation, phoneme

12-tone technique

They came from within

I have a very particular set of skills

They are called `poesie’ smells like Walmart

Just a little bit Sit tight

You all stand in the dazed silent nite Duck!

Touch your belly

Hiroshima, Nagasaki

Think about that! Think about that!

Woo Hey, Barbenheimer

How terrible the names of two atomic bombs are!

We lost metaphor Very strong emotion

It is called PTSD or trauma Ah

Hatred is hard to define

And its fog engulf the valley

But love has absolute surplus value

It is Supreme and Supreme and Supreme

At the Highest place