Fallout (feat. Upgrade & Reed Whorten)

Hmm Everything is so beautiful (Clears throat) I feel normal when I'm breathin' in this acid fog Plastic gods, worshiped by these sheep with elastic hearts Class just started two hours ago, I'm in a ratchet car Sittin' in the parking lot, puffin' on my last cigar Askin' god, "What good is the strength of Odin without no ass to guard?!" If natural causes kill me or I'm blasted by a massive war Either that or they'll tax me til I'm at the door Then ask for more, my debts so high it never seen no max before Back n' forth Tryin' to get it known but still they watch me wallow To busy designing the foam in their macchiatos So I roam alone in a zone full of botched reality Robots surrounding me, on throwns and if not they follow Your posse grovels at the feet of other sloppy gatos But I rather walk around the street like Rocky Marciano Black pianos playin' eulogies for fallen soldiers It's funny how it's new to me yet it's almost over My coldest shoulder is both of them cause I'm frozen over But my soul is smoldering, followed by crows and known by vultures Hold my pulse and you'll be comatose and at the most convulsions I've been so impulsive lately I just might unload the whole clip Toxic, too many things in this world are toxic Still gotta move like clockwork when the clock ticks Watch this, I can turn my brain to a Glock clip Hot spit, turn a quiet train to a mash pit Toxic, too many things in this world are toxic Still gotta move like clockwork when the clock ticks Watch this, I can turn my brain to a Glock clip Hot spit, turn a quiet train to a mash pit Insert battery to start, lost value in the art Mark calendars and stagger in the dark When the water we supplying is evaporating fog And we calibrating chemicals we salivating on Missing food source, use force, trashing babylon When the people are the biggest threat on planets we are on Got us strapped-heavy armed, in our shack-setting bombs We adapt, or collapse, setting traps-and alarms Hitting dead stock , head shops, linger in the next pot Mingling at rest stops, fingering your fem bots Swimming in the radiation , women children segregated Dressing for the war your in your clothing show affiliation Building houses over land the day before your digging graves in Think of 40 years ago and how you wish your changing places No cash app for mad max, act fast Do not back track your stabbed back, Toxic, too many things in this world are toxic Still gotta move like clockwork when the clock ticks Watch this, I can turn my brain to a Glock clip Hot spit, turn a quiet train to a mash pit Toxic, too many things in this world are toxic Still gotta move like clockwork when the clock ticks Watch this, I can turn my brain to a Glock clip Hot spit, turn a quiet train to a mash pit