cerberus
Because me really love to make a stang
Mister high-capper, don't make me touch ya, mane
Because me really love to make a stang
Mister high-capper, don't make me touch ya, mane
Because me really love to make a stang
Mister high-capper, don't make me touch ya, mane
Because me really love to make a stang
Mister high-capper, don't make me touch ya, mane
Because me really love to make a stang
Mister high-capper, don't make me touch ya, mane
Overcast fame, wait until it rains flames
Got an acid-washed brain, looking like bleach stains
I blame the reign of fucking chains
That's why all of us are tame, staying in a fucking cage
I can't live this way, while we harvest limited grain
They stay sipping cold Moet
Satan hears me pray, yes, I became his prey
Blood leaks out my veins
Got my palms pressed together as I whisper, "Namaste"
Because me really love to make a stang
Mister high-capper, don't make me touch ya, mane
Because me really love to make a stang
Mister high-capper, don't make me touch ya, mane
Because me really love to make a stang
Mister high-capper, don't make me touch ya, mane
Because me really love to make a stang
Mister high-capper, don't make me touch ya, mane
Because me really love to make a stang
Mister high-capper, don't make me touch ya, mane
Yung $carecrow with a couple pills foamin' out my mouth
Nicotine smoking, motherfuckers out the south
I, I cop a slug, spray 'em up, let 'em lay in blood
Stuck in the mud sippin' Tuss, I can't give it up
Don't give a fuck when the bud's stuffed up in my blunt
I'm saying, "Please, p-p-please don't make me make a stain"
Hollow tips in your brain, body filled with pain
Come feel the reign of the clinically insane, ho
Because me really love to make a stang
Mister high-capper, don't make me touch ya, mane
Because me really love to make a stang
Mister high-capper, don't make me touch ya, mane
Because me really love to make a stang
Mister high-capper, don't make me touch ya, mane
Because me really love to make a stang
Mister high-capper, don't make me touch ya, mane
Because me really love to make a stang
Mister high-capper, don't make me touch ya, mane
What is that stain?
That is a mess
Made on your shirt
Sunk on your chest
Dripping out wet and I'm leaving the set
Taking your heart with no evidence left
Better expect
To run out of breath
Your life will consist of the end of reality
Tell the police I'm Baraka on coppas'
My Kombat is mortal from all the brutalities
Put in the work with the deadliest faculties
This is a robbery coming to peace
Visit the haters vacate in the heat
The Devils are proud of me now that I teach it
The classes are over I am released
The classes to wake up the students asleep
Citizens playing the game 
It's Lucifer shows at a pretty 
Because me really love to make a stang
Mister high-capper, don't make me touch ya, mane