Star, which side do we side on? (Sev is weighing the
options of fame) Far from blind disease! (Sev leans
towards the benevolence) Dark inside the sleaze!
(Sev recognizes evil)
Nestle with infection, (get acquainted with zombie
hop) echo through deception, yep! (break condtioning)
Testing this protection, (Sev has experience in
white magick) let go through finesse and death!
(break conditioning) Tangled in the approach, rain
is cleverly cloaked. (The Illuminati tricks people)
The pully system's (evil music companies) got it in
for me but I've got a secret weapon. I'll fight back!
Baffled at the concept. (Sev hates the Illuminati)
Rattled to the point of never asking who is God next.
(people are led blindly) Sacrificial mania. (The
music industry) Tattle to your God next. (Sev mocks
Christians) mind lepers (the Illuminati) flourish &
the purest detergents (SMM) avert this crash. Initial
alias;
Killing, (zombie hop) we need it.
Care, (mocking the bohemian grove) we need it.
Willing to tear you apart in a minute, its endless.
(Sev threatens the Illuminati) Ginning while we
ghost ride (car stunt) there (to destiny), yea!
Sick Mind macro (SMM), pack a fat bowl! Trip devine
lazlo. (glorious rule) Track (record) in 'attack
mode.' Perverted infirmity. The work (zombie hop) is
at your service. The curse of curbing absurdity (bad
music) it falls like bird shit. Iconic, soon to be.
I'll rock the eulogy. Deadsperate (dead/desperate)
zed word. (zombie) Kill em up! (recruit Meat) Yes,
bitch! Pop a thizz! (Exstacy) Nigga, what? Messner.
(reknown adventurer) Reckless. Turn it to 11,
(Spinal Tap reference) shleppin text as I dress this!
On the block, rag hangin like a necklace. Gross. Fuck
it, man, I'm hella West Coast! Swamp (Sev's former
neighborhood) thing syndrome. Lock the beat and get
gone, (make good music) do it! I'm blowin' oowie
(weed) munchin' on a scoobie! (weed brownie) Moshing
pits go hot; the geeks are ripped, loc - phooey!
(Meat never get too high) the chosen few be puffin
like true beasts! & Imma screw beats all off in the
ass with the clap on me shaft and a quad (1/4 oz. of
weed) in me backpack!
I cannot believe Hopsin, G-Eazy, and Inf Gang are all on this masterpiece! So much filthy freshness it’s unreal. Is this a fever dream?? Cause god I hope not! juggalo4real