[Verse 1 delusional thomas]

(Yeah, yeah)

What happens when I'm suicidal, vibrations up through my spinal

From the hits to the vinyl, my mind will be in the bible

I will see the signs and I'll probably not understand a lot

Rode around town yesterday, straight from camelot

The prayers are not in common language, they don't mean a thing

The evil king of underworlds accumulating bodies

This rap shit is turning into nothing but a hobby

Cuase' the pussy has already been fucked or in the lobby waiting

Dominating the matrix kick it with god and satan

Isolation through my veins, into these constellations

Drug users, they won't let us join the club

So now it's spanish bitch massage, give my joints a rub

What's the purpose of everything, who the fuck cares?

We run scared, cause nothing fair and we don't become aware

Pretend it don't exist, ignorance, the only bliss

I think it's me, well I hope it is

But no kids and no responsibilities, I'm writing soliloquies

And transcend visually, the intelligent idiots who never be serious

Cause the world around is fucked up, so we'd rather get fucked up

(My grandpa used to carry a flask)

[Verse 2 mac miller]

As I'm pacing back and forth, waiting till they pass the torch

Life a bitch, about forty and a sad divorce, voice is hoarse

Getting harder to speak, remarkable themes

Talk mark to the beast

I saw them caught on the leash, we walk in common asleep

And coffins talking to steven hawking, even we see it often

So we close our eyes, hoping we forgot to die

Shit it must have slipped my mind, why

Well, I haven't seen a genuine smile in awhile

Mostly everybody stuck in denial.

[Verse 3 delusional thomas]

So I'm coming out of cryogenics just to taste the air

You ain't aware... I'm talking about natalie the cattle eater

With nasty features

Rapping with a flaccid wiener (shit), that's only half a peter

Taking out the dogs, murder half a pita

(No, no humus with that)

Yeah, look, having conversations with myself, getting into arguments

When I'm out in london, I be posted at the parliament

Coke in the parliaments, chilling by some monuments

Ominous when I feel your body with godly hollow tips

Leave you holy, prepare for the apocalypse

Sixty thousand on a rollie, cookies with the chocolate chips

Rapping hippopotamus, mother fuck a zookeeper

I don't do features, I snort glue and shoot ether

Hand full of sleeping pills, it's only me I kill

I'm jack, wanna sleep with jill, she'd spill on my penis drill.

[Verse 4 mac miller]

Mr. jesus can you save my life (yeah, yeah)

Looking at a mans casket (turn him into ham salad)

How I'm feeling fantastic (the finish line, I ran past it]

Bitches love me because I got a tan phallus (get your house sandblasted)

Your damn ass kicked (damn, gladys)

Another fans ballad (and I demand gadgets at the sand palace)

For away I amtrak it (my safe is great, a saint can't crack it)

Came through swagging in a all tan wagon

With the land of the dragons, I just stand for the balance

I'm just trying to play with my band on fallon, I don't got no talent.

[Outro]

He's not dead, he's just delicious.