SBTV
What happens when I'm suicidal
Vibrations all through my spinal
From the hitch of the vinyl
My mind will be in the Bible
I will read the book and I'll probably not understand a lot
Rolled into town yesterday straight from Camelot
Depressed is not a common language, they don't mean a thing
The evil king from underworld accumulating bodies
This rap shit is turning into nothing but a hobby
'Cause the pussies have already been fucked or are in the lobby, waiting
Dominating the matrix, kick it with God and Satan
Isolation through my veins into these constellations
Drug users, they wouldn't let us join the club
So now it's standard bitch massage, give my joints a rub
What's the meaning of everything? Who the fuck cares?
We run scared 'cause nothing's fair and we won't become aware
Pretend it don't exist, ignorance ' my only bliss
I think it's me, at least I hope it is
I'm having conversations with myself, getting into arguments
When I'm out in London I be posted at the Parliament
Coke in the parliaments, chilling by some monuments
I'm in this, went after your body with godly hollow tips
To leave you holy, prepared for the apocalypse
Rapping hippopotamus, motherfucking zoo keeper
I don't do features, I snort glue and chew ether
Handful of sleeping pills, it's only me I'm killing
Jack wanna sleep with Jill, she spill on my penis drill
Mister Jesus, could you save my life?
Pacing back and forth, waiting till they pass the torch
Life with a bitch about 40 and a sad divorce
Voice is hoarse, getting harder to speak
Remarkable things, talking mark of the beast
I'm walking with demons, I saw him talking with Steven Hawking
We see it often, bitch