Twelve grams to the face, I fall to pieces
Do whatever you want, fuck havin' a mothafuckin' reason
Hell bound, flashin' through all of the seasons
Think I'm seizin' out
In another world, no lie this shit look pretty decent
No matter how much I hallucinate, I know what's real
And most of you mothafuckas don't fit in that description
Take in all yo emotions, don't hide 'em by poppin' pills
The shit you believe in is more or less considered fiction
Mushrooms in my head, got me pissin' myself
Take a trip into myself and analyze how it felt
I don't need wealth, I don't need friends
I need some help
And to everything that I can't control, I'ma just say welp
God of the Void, Prince of the Undead
Not havin' a bad trip but all I see is bloodshed
I know my ass ain't ready for what the fuck comes next
Overcame my problems, I was sick
Fuck stress
Raven was The Raven way before he was aware of it
Psylocybin brought that shit to light and now he glarin' sum
If she let me up inside the pussy then I'm tearin' sum
I don't need a weapon, I'll get active with my bare knuckles
I'm a rare mothafucka
Pictures of me carved into the walls where they keep hieroglyphs
Keep on starin' mothafucka
You sittin' lookin' stupid, I'm gon' blow up like some hydrogen