yea we trapped here forever x 4 plannin out the track this is planet terrror rap spreadin sarin gas like syrians with chemical attacks i tell my fans that ima send em sticker stacks then i send em letters with anthrax ,FEDEX , hope you get it fast! machetes or an axe, or a metal baseball bat to ya belly or ya back make ya skeleton collapse ima unsympathic, schizophrenic , kleptomaniac bitch ill give you a gift , just so i can take it back! you pussy footin , like a model on a cat walk ill call a chiropractor , if i wanna hear some back talk killin rap spots till i hit the jack pot dont make me rob for ya ice thats like jack frost they say they hang on the cornor and got they nines out but u aint been in the cornor since a little kid on time out so fuck off , this that grunge hop , ; grind house im out my mind , dont make me blow ya fuckin mind out welcome to planet terror yea we trapped here forever x 4 mad scientist im sick i pass virus's attached to my tracks so if you happen to pirate it cha-ching .. get the cash and go buy the shit cuz im tryna make stacks and get plaques like psoriasis tattoo NO SLEEP on the back of my eyelids you aint rapper , you a fasion stylist , try to sniff what you steppin in , ill smash ya sinus's put my cast iron fist through your plastic vagina lips dont gotta fight my foes ,they can get they bone shattered like i was the night befo' splashin in the alcohol till i wake up wasted needing asparins and tylenols feeling like a riot squad kicked the do' inisde my skull acid in my spinal column ,fractals and kaleidoscopes i made the fire froze turned ashes into icicles black snow , hail stones turn mountains into plataeus for the cash flow ill turn ya last home into a trash hole welcome to planet terror yea we trapped here forever x 4 Mad scientist.. the second time i rhyme with it cuz my shit'll never be trash .. even if i recycle it hijackin pilots , with this baggage and milage tryna manage my finances , but i cant even find a cent no sanitation my brain is contaminated necromancer raising - zombies watch yo body get reanimated like sequals to a cartoon , but you aint seein part two then tell yo bitch , ill stick it in her-poon like a harpoon they hit the high notes but they aint singing in my studio its more like - AAAAAAAAAAH , this yo suprise funeral! kind've unsual , outside of my cubical i aint tied to a suit and tie thats unsuitable i been sittin for a minute tryna make my music load i think i made so many rhymes , i made my computer slow yo .............ill pollute your soul , as i do this blow and make a mothafuckin nuke explode

everything you droppin'll never be poppin , yall need to stop it yall aint hot and new dont care if you oldschool , ill smoke you too , turn ya whole crew into fossil fuels smoking out that oilrig , yea you know i get them dabs and i got a torch so big , i think i need a welders mask got that earwax .. yall just left with resin ash im talkin bout that oil homie , yall still tryna get that gas dont just SIT-GO (Citgo) get it , went to SUNOCO Got dome from your bitch hit her on the MOBILE , phone real quick and i put ya EXX-ON , to hold my dick im an acid tabber like chance the rapper , im the mad hatter the anthem smasher hash oil dabber and i smoke shatter so im half baked with an abba zabba yall wearing a wire like "abra kadbra" , no more "Mr.NiceGuy" when I slap ya instaGRAM me twistin that VINE, im lifted get HIGH then laugh these at rappers HA HA HA i know im sicker , i bet you pus out like a broken blister i love mary jane so you know i hit her , but this hash oi s like her older sister ugh im floatin now im goin off the deep end im a g with a pen so im smoking with a G-Pen im smoking out the oilrig so i dont really give a fuck yall keep smokin on that blunt but i need dont get a puff im smoking out the oilrig so i dont really give a fuck so yall keep smokin out that blunt but i need dont get a puff im smokin - smokin - smokin out that oilrig im smokin - smokin - smokin out that oilrig im smokin - smokin - smokin out that oilrig im smokin - smokin - smokin out that oilrig i take one hit i dont need another cuz that wax so thick like peanut butter and you know that i am a reefer lover , but this oils quick just to leave me smothered aaaaaah - catch my - drift and roma , as i - drift ima roamer , mix marijuna with hashish take a sip of some water , then i slip in coma - wake up wake up like bone thugs then i piss in a cornor break up mo bud - fill papers ima roller thought i told ya my face is stoned like rush more in dakota and fuck yo so-bliminals , cuz i aint no decoder! nah so take some marijuana ingredients and start breakin it down till i got more oil around then them saudi arabians god im so blazed again got colors changin like i got em in gradients so vibrant and radiant , feel vibrations from the bass again in yo face again, so they better get a guardian angel when im chasin em or this flaming torch can change its course and itll bake yo ur corpse till you blazed and dead so keep it real , heat up nails , till my visions blood shot lookin like im branding cattle , cuz its lit up red hot

Everybody needs a favor but they dont appreciate ya Secret haters tryna break you down but I dont need a savior and i dont ever get an answer talking to my god maybe he'll listen if its written and i drop it in my songs i got split personalities spitting these verses out of me I feel like they keep battling, driftin in different galaxies mixing my twisted alchemy no-body is helping me everybody got it out for me and they be doubting me its like you mentally challenged , im chemically imbalanced in the wonderland with alice, sippin from a platinum chalice hearin voices from my attic mixed with television static nah i dont got a habit, ima binge away from addict i see you snakes can slither watch you bitches get your venom sucked (biird call) all you pigeons get your feathers plucked the truth hurts like the knowledge from forbidden fruit thats why they get root, and rip out ya wisdom tooth im lookin at the stars with a rhyme book full of bars its like lookin in the mirror tryna find out who you are and i dont really know why i feel this in my soul write rhymes so when i die i dont really have to go ill be trapped in yo headphones put graff on my headstone and if you ever mention rap, know im the best yo dedicate my life just to entertain and write till i fade away i fight on the center stage in light im on the edge of the universe , lookin at the stupid earth it all started with a big bang , just like human birth just like a nuculear bomb the size of jupiter doin so much harm to mother earth its like you neutered her so watch what you do to her before you wind up loosin her before we die and fry inside a sewer next to lucifer uh here the pain and the anguish soon you'll see my face made in the constellations