You're weak, I'm notifying you
I get on stage and pontificate
I smoke waiting for the wire
Yeah, they'd want me dead and buried, I don't blame 'em
I watch this poor dumb crowd from up on the scaffold
From up here everything's magnificent
They don't hurt me at all
I'm thirty, look twenty
'Cause I died when I was little
That's why I'm better than the others
'Cause I don't give a f*ck what they say
That's why I'm riding an Audi now
They won't go even if they push 'em
Venomous, evil flow, Lucignolo
I roll with 2P and Lucifer
I speak roughly two languages, bro
Plus a couple native dialects
I'm the biggest terrone of them all
Of literally everybody, bro, Cannavacciuolo Lo Cicero
Holy Father on the spaceship
Four brothers with me, bro, conclave
I write a manifesto, can't recall the text
But 'maybe die now' is a key line
I'm Kevin Wendell Crumb, a crazy dog
All you can do is brush me
I'll kidnap you and play God in a farmhouse
'Cause you're just lost causes
I'll break your *ss with love, baby
See, this is my crime of passion
You're pussies, crawling around
These ain't rhymes, they're bricks
I built a career, you just got hurt
And each time that one vanishes
I'm Jordan coming back with the 45
The bass pumps harder than your wh*re
Feel how hard this stuff hits
Well, sorry, but to me it's just cringe
Bro, what do you want me to say?
Maybe I'm the one who doesn't get it
Maybe 'cause I like p*ssy
You know, nobody ever lent me a hand
They just kept telling me
A few gold records later I can state
That in the end you can only keep s*cking me off slowly
Raised without God, no light on the way
The only thing I believe is that
Trying to f*ck with me is madness
You can't think you'll stop the devil
With a theology professor
It's like putting my chronic depression
Together with your cherophobia
I smoke waiting for the wire