This is a song about "Cranium femur ribs"

Die young, corpse identified by your parents

I aim to cause strain until your cranium busts,

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Kick then get kicked in the ribs

Always asking to eat her spinach dip, then after, we eat her ribs,

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots

Umm made her ribs snap nigga,

Our nation have to bow, africa

With some white dust from wings i crushed back in the knack/ and a rack of spices i pour on top/

And god forbid i see a wizard and get a brain in my titanium cranium dog

Y'all blessed with shit in your cranium since you bit uranium

I’ll catch my breath a little, money alright where i’m from

I got some woods in yellow, to the burbs im ghetto

#so. go off the dome, #like, my #cranium #broke, yo.