Текст песни Circus Net - Planet Asia , Calvin Valentine , Dust Raps the Blues

Fuck an afterlife
Me and god only worship death
Swerving in a german Benz murdering pedestrians
Working on meds so I'll be curling on your furniture
Trying to crack the acid out my vertebras
She like my hands around her throat like a turtleneck
I'm doing verses in my head because she tighter than a tourniquet
In her defense she hardly has to work a sweat
I wanna be the best at something and I guess it might as well be worthlessness
Catch a body like a circus net burn a fed
Travel back and time and separate your parent's sperm and egg
That's what the jersey says never sweat them lying
I be sweating on an island in designer how I burn a bridge
I taught my girl empathy she never heard of it
I know the flow legend cuz it ain't ever gonna earn me bread
Pop a Percocet and serve Moet
I'm twisted like a cursive "s"
Getting bored of waiting on my certain death
Got some critics but all they do is surf the net
Pop him in the face like his fucking head is serving Pez
The surgeon said the damage might be permanent
I don't know if i'm dope i just repeat what this serpent says
Sign me to a label that's a curse of death
How the fuck do I pay back this advance when all these words are dead

Spliff smoker stick shifting in the whip floating
Lifted it's back to business when I get focused
One for the money and two for the camouflage
Hustlers out the way in the dark just trying to get over
Bitches rub on your titties
I'm only in town a couple of hours let's see how fast a nigga get's love in the city
Bright lights and big bank you on that boof we off of big dank
I truly believe my shit don't stank
Pardon self
I heard some rappers act like they was rapping like I'm a samsonite
You just hermaphrodite
Tackle mics like a defense players with cleats on and shoulder pads
Rappers get crunched like pecans
So if you diss me first you get punched in the face before you even get a response
Tame to the arctic mountains
My technology is not from earth I got vouchers