Satans Game

People don't get what I really mean I'm Mr Clean on listerine and meth amphetamine mixed with that ketamine Visual artistry that is my specialty But only musically is what you'll expect from me Why so obscene this is the recipe I need to grow like a tree into a better me And kill the game repeatedly until a felony is placed ahead of me Live laugh smile ain't nothing upsetting me I guess I just need to let it be Let it be Let it be Let it be Let it be Let it be Is it what I need to be The obscenity of the scenery They see me as a deity With a finicky delivery All out like an eatery With the pan they call me petery On level like the totter that is teetery Here to read About all I say All these beats that just get slayed Won't stop till I get paid Might as well just stay on page Or you'll find me at the may long gates Asking about the ping pong rates And everyone how long john tastes While blowing up everything that Kim Jong hates Wait Back to the bars and the metaphors I'm not trying to start a better war I'm not trying to end up in the mental ward Make music like hendrix trying to hit another chord I promise you're never bored Like watching idiots argue with the senator A place I've never been before In before Tell me son have you ever sinned before Have you ever tried to win before Have you ever left everything you love Gone with the wind before No you probably haven't I'm still one of the baddest Even if peter piper tried to pick a pepper he probably wouldn't be able to catch this Ashes Batches Is how this phoenix rises after he crashes Matchsticks Cactus That's me in the hottest place in the atlas Panics I'm just trying to make these madlibs rancid Doesn't really matter if you try to count my bars because I know you couldn't really add shit I'm wondering if I should tone it down There's enough of me to go around For the rappers trying to call me out Trying to take it back to seventy six because we had a falling out And they think they're balling now No way to calm them down I think I'm about to vomit now Like em I think I've lost it now Get the torches and pitchforks because here comes the monster sound Won't stop till I elevate And me and my team we can celebrate Behind these bars like a felons weight Trying to spectate And expect hate Put them in a neck brace I guess next time you won't try to flex eh Sorry my canadian came out Suck my dick and tell me how the rest tastes Didn't mean to hurt ya but the next time that I'm investing I'm expecting To be on the top rope like wrestling Go get em kid What else would you expect from him He's going to be as big as texas is Winner winner chicken dinner Mans killed it but he didn't lift a finger What a stupid joke I'm not talking about satans bars I'm talking about your life bro I guess the only way you'll understand is if I speak canadian Because it's always lights out