Coriander
I lift bandanas dipped in acid to my cranium
And lifting plants up to my lips
A little grass a blade to split
The middle blunt or something devious like brakes of something
I'm asking every single demon by they name to come in

I'm funding

Fickle paragraphs through undeveloped tarot raps abundant with the arrows stashed up in my sling
I'll fucking snap a bitch with raps as sick as hash in bricks that addicts sniff to blast oblivious they kids been lacking feed

I put the diss in disarray and disappointment
See this the vein and heres the point I missed the fame and give my coin to spit with jay
I gave indicative the dick lets give a fist up to the institution spit upon they gravеs in sick avoidance

Listen close

Causе this that murder rap
I'm burning 3rd degrees and freezing furnaces with certainty
And purge percussion courtesy of sentences that hurt the beats
And bruising verbs with cursive letters know the devil heard of me
I put the diss in distillation distribution disillusionment and miss in missing cases misconstrue the shit
You see this nuisance been absurd and sick assertive with surgeon scalpel serving up some sayings Satan's lurking in

I feel the death within

I'm filming photographs of homeless then I'm asking where the homes is with mask of pantyhoses masquerading like a ghost without a place to go I'm wasted hope the grace of holy angels take my sin

Dinner off the double barrel
Denim donning dim apparel
Pen and pad the pinnacle of Pentecostal pill addiction
Pity its a pentagram that's burned upon these bitches lips been selling soul for Fendi licking fentanyl to heal they marrow

See this my schizophrenic gospel
Been had the book of revelations scribbled right up on my wall up in this hospital but gosh if I don't stop it soon this monster in my noggin that was locked is finna walk and come accost you too

Was sifting blow up out a foreign mattress
And in a moment lift my coral glasses
I guess the mayans maybe on to something
Gotta give a life to get the finer things lets pour the masses

Been Dipping dope until disoriented
We licking blunts and sniffing coriander
Now on horizon see the light
But in a bind between the line of leaving earth or staying more than natural