Now let's freak this shit It's messed up when you're feeling Everything is wrong takeover the Pentagon It's fucked up in this paradigm 'cause i'm burnin' fossil fuels
a couple, just roommates; out having too many shots on a Tuesday. Who knew they'd be tools for the duo, put a little bit of fire on the fuel. It's
acid rain, the river's gone dead bit I couldn't care less, 'cause the spoiled little boy won't clean up his mess. Millions of years went by covered
I don't go no mo' Cause they don't know how to treat you when you come through the do' Thursday night, was Plush but we moved to fuel And I be up in
sat to read the paper, the fog was lifting a little late. Each day someone was dying, and that's all I seem to notice. Lord Separate me from this mess
(This fucker's rabid and still breathing!) (Hiding cabbage!) Oh, the heater claps to leave me I'ma ninja this shit wit' sugar in the fuel tank of a saucer
a life A lifetime A lifetime A lifetime Mess my clothes and spark a match We blew it up Burst my bubble back, get back, get back The fueling cities
to say, we lean on each other through this success bitch at each other an it makes a mess Victims of success Borrowing clothes, stealing cars, using fuel
ve learned to live supersonic, I was not brought up this way, I've learned to burn my fuel, how to use my key. I'm autodidact...... It's a mess...
than the rest when it come to plex Get it off your chest if you so upset Is that what it gon' be if it comes to yes Then I guess that day will become a mess They messed
stop the candidate from getting this time The wheels are now in motion all the traps are set Under this commotion will he walk into this mess The state
Rambozo the clown To draft age kids, it surely looks like fun? Kill them all and let God sort 'em out Like video games, no mess [Incomprehensible] fuel
our feet We're running out of the fuel It's hard to find like jewel We're running out of the fuel Black fuel's the master making rules Black fuel controls
lobe Mathematical parabola, ACT test and just ex-plorating The creative arctic regions, or isolating cockpit A regular pitstop monitoring with enough fuel
you start jumpin You're out of control, and I'm right on track In seconds later I work the bone out your back To mess with the two is to mess with hot
in the dust with a packet of jet fuel Too quick, eat 'em up, better for pet food No brain, slow lane, missing your head screws Skin and bones let mess
through Leave them in the dust with a packet of jet fuel Too quick, eat 'em up, better for pet food No brain, slow lane, missing your head screws Skin and bones let mess
the street Spread that virus, go for hell Check out the resistance of your cells Smoke some dope, waste your brain Kick your health outta the drain Fuel