Pedal to the heavy metal
Metal shavings in my cerebellum
Bloody guitars from steel toe steppers
In new true religions
I hate bad religions
Stitches in my slit wrist
These sycophants full of shit
Brain dead on arrival
Cardiac arrest
Ripping pages out the bible
Told the pastor save your breath
You fucking with a real bad boy now
You fucking real bad boy
Pinocchios tried to kill that boy
Pinocchios tried to kill that boy
Trying to seal the deal with my black blood
How the fuck you speck me just to show love
And pay tithes for a love that I never had
I'm on E
Hell no nigga fuck that
I'm on E
Hell no nigga fuck that
Okay if I give you ten percent
You gone give me twenty back right
Back right
Back right
Back right
If I give you thirty
Will you make me rich by thirty
Yeah right
Yeah right
Yeah right
Yeah right
Okay fixing to turn up
Trippy nigga with a double cup
I'm finna turn up
Rip the labels off and listen up
Hit me back in ten days
I'll be on a binge pray for me
I'm still spiritual
But organized religion aren't for me
Give my ghost to God
Deliver me from Deuteronomy
In this economy
I don't need no devils up under me
Molding sounds to gold
My philosopher stone like alchemy
Ignorance is bliss
But knowledge weighs on my autonomy
I'm on E
Hell no nigga fuck that
I'm on E
Hell no nigga fuck that
I'm on E
Hell no nigga fuck that
Look I'm sorry but nigga fuck that
If I give you ten percent
You gone make me rich right
Rich right
Rich right
Rich right no
If I give you thirty
Will you make me rich by thirty
Yeah right
Yeah right
Yeah right
Yeah right right
Trying to do what's right
Bathsheba in my mother fucking bed room
I believed her when she said she needed leg room
Stretch your legs while you give me head
Her Cinderella attitude so revealing
Don't need no glass slippers
We on a glass ceiling
You promise not to get so hung up
On these premonitions
I'm trying to live inside the moment
Not your intuition
Immortalized in peach moccasins
I got trauma like Otama
Theres no promises
Quit watching the news
Same prerogatives
Brass knuckles hardly subtle
Wear this shiner bitch
From the ruble with the zombies
Need my carcasses
Gnawing on the bones of these goddesses
Sith Lord got no time for you novices
Dalai Lama shit
On my Dalai Lama shit
Pedal to the heavy metal
Metal shavings in my cerebellum
Bloody guitars from steel toe steppers
In new true religions
I hate bad religions
Stitches in my slit wrist
Stitches in my slit wrist
Brain dead on arrival
Cardiac arrest
Ripping pages out the bible
Told the pastor save your breath