(Chorus x2)
Leavin' writtens afloat like ghosts, we're speedin' phantoms,
Not a worry in the world, we're used to breathin' hazards,
Better hit up damage control, this track is wreakin' havoc,
Unparalleled GOATS on the loose, me and Maverick,
(Maverick's Verse)
The malignance of stagnant anguish, oh, the malignance of stagnant anguish ..
Its stigma is 'true colors,' truth is, a view covered by negative saturations.
For a rigorous dance I say let's do the jig, but Jigsaw put lead in my pants, contaminated
Depression got a leg up, my shadow's faceless
Disfigured, an ambiguous aberration
So much of an enigma, I might be a figment of the imagination
Where ignorance brings indignance in the negligence of a castaway, blessed
To be strayed away by the priggish, passively praisin' the question-beggin' of a pastor prayin' ..
I'd beg from pasture to prairie, as Gregory's 'The Mad Yak' to the parable of 'The Fig Tree' in reprobation.
Tell me what's pride if integrity's worth castigation
I figured it out, through Sigmund and Myers-Briggs in evaluation
Now I know how to regulate the amygdala of a basket-case, in
Stopping to smell the flowers but wow, I need an Allegra, some of these pansies are aggravatin'
And I ain't got the dignity to practice patience
Come smoke that Maverick cig-pack, leave a cancer patient
Diagnosed with Ligma, the attraction to my sack's contagious
So if your mom got a dump truck then you know I'm fitna dig in it, like a famished vagrant
Go "Giggity!" with hands on her tail-end, then get her pregnant in this Handmaid's Tale, and
Is my cum alive dear Reverend? Why's the tummy-tuck abolished?
Only thing I'm pulling out is Numbers 5:11, watch the baby-bump arrive in Heaven, as a fluke embryonic
'Cause she glucked the tonsil-paint and now she's puking a Pollock!
See at the crux of nuances, you sitting ducks are dishonest
Winning brownie points in misfortune-cookie contests
Ass-kissers, like you really pukka? My coccyx.
I get stiff and you duck when I'm bossin', but alike Stephen Duck, still buckin' the office
I am the ghost of Miyamoto, how it goes for you mere mortals is catching Five Rings when I'm knuckling grommets
Truckling to my confidence, I show a rook what savant is
A combination of Murda Mook, and Louise Glück, iconic
Reading in my nook, her Early Darkness and Charles Bukow's Melancholic
In happy-go-lucky conflict, 'cause death's what I'm stuck on often
To Eliza Cook's 1 promise, in Song of the Worm, we kick the bucket to the muck, how harmonic
Music to my ears, but for now I'll jukebox The Chronic 'til I'm moonstruck, like Qur'anic
Then open to John 1:5, reminded of the 29th Sonnet and Luke 9:29, it's
Non-apostolic Andrew, I stand, rebuked as Thomas
So shook, they daunt it, Dante's Inferno, I taunt it
Tomino's Hell, my rhyme-book's demonic
This fisherman been casted a spell, now I'm hooked on phonics
Like "Luka Dončić," a Maverick bubble-boy since Ma & Pa Dukes was caustic
No Shepherd's crook is on this, black sheep's crooked anatomics
Should get a Twitch partnership .. with Billie Eilish, it's giving neck for content
Look like I'm tryna' do the fuckin' Hanger Challenge, don't be mistook, I'm haunted
Nuke's Top 5-ing, like I'm possessed, slap an exorcist with his kookie comic
Tore a page from the Pentateuch, my conscience
Is telling me I shouldn't have written that I just took a dookie, on the monstrance.
Guess I'm on demon time, I show up every fortnight punctually
Phantom of the open mic night, I go like Duppy
Wrecking shop like a poltergeist, you just float by clumsily
So reach me via Ouija, if you need me to ghostwrite something
'Cause you can't see me at this, hear no evil, you ain't picking up on these homophone-calls, dummy
No life, closet's bone-dry, I've caught bodies that were bonafide gutsy
So here's some toilet-ply, you can go cry to Mummy
Until then I'll do the robot, strutting on the next mortal-coil I'm, shuffling.
(Chorus x2)
Leavin' writtens afloat like ghosts, we're speedin' phantoms,
Not a worry in the world, we're used to breathin' hazards,
Better hit up damage control, this track is wreakin' havoc,
Unparalleled GOATS on the loose, me and Maverick,
(LionKing's Verse)
Doin' this one time for the pipsqueaks, who just feel like they displease,
I used to roll with the pricks team, till it rubbed me the wrong way like dick cheese,
Skilled teen with a big dream, always been filthy since a milk teeth,
Inspite of the mistreatment I had to inspire me to dig deep,
Now my bars go together like dairy and milk along with the rhyme schemes,
It's like I got overshot with the IV cuz I'm drowning in salient drip
But my brainstorms need a fuckin' cranium fix
Cuz I'm a while 'nother variant bitch!
Still fresh as a daisy and still amazing as is, you ain't never made punchlines as crazy as this
And that's like bathing a pig, cuz they're hogwash (ha),
Only way you're pick of the litter is if you're a trash bin,
Might as well have a crown up my butt cuz I'm asking,
How could you be so ass? How could you be so trash?
Claimin' to be fine with it but we all know that you're a living tax,
Nowadays I'm gruesome like minions cuz they're despicable beings
Plus I'm explicit and mean and there ain't none as gritty and witty as me,
Fuck it, I'm out for the blood like serial killings that be
And so this shit could get graphic, cuz I get a bit invidious,G,
Your shit is dated like a calender, doesn't take a zodiac to say you're cancerous,
But as far as horrors go, bitch I'm insidious,
All I see are fuckin' amateurs, so I'm hopin' that this place grows past the mids,
Hard in the cypher like Morse codes, my growth was incipient,
Ain't no Capricorn but I'll lock horns though, other words I'm the muthafuckin' GOAT ho,
Even if I owned the ball court, they'd keep movin' the goalpost,
And once I engage it'll be like King Arthur and the Excalibur,
So I promise to bite the bullet if y'all are matching my calibre,
Cutthroat to the hilt, other words I put your neck to sword,
Untold as it is, my rhymes are incontestable,
Remenise back to when I was improvin' my diction through my convos,
Which explains my addiction to the top four,
Still gettin' my hits in via pot smoke,
Don't know what's got me bitchin' like a dog for,
But like a realtor, I'll treat a syndrome like it's Stockholms,
Would suffice to say that, I got big bucks like a cockroach,
So my pockets still stuffed like a John doe,
But the moment that the site died was the instant that I got ghost (vroom)...
