375°

Get bread but you got unsettling vibes
Knowing brendas ovens on 375
I hope you read the recipe right Im cheffy with knives
Server all ties and still keep several ties

And tell the coppers that I need a helicopter
In the neighbors lot pronto
We ain't having no more convo
That’s a blatant non-pro

Fuck on that bitch sideways she a horizontal
My bars are all Slayer its a war ensemble
Punch a jurors face like “this wasn’t that”
Shamu that whole court room, splish splash

More lies are what’s normal lately
While I’m whale calling off the Port-o-call, orchestrating
Songs, gotta move em out in a box
Jesus walks, that turns into a March

I see the changes, not lacking da vision
Not hooked on da vices but admitting to sinning
The moon was in Sagittarius on june 5th
2020, now you see what the grim truth is

Speaking of witch the reason i have no little pigs
Is quite literally a total eclipse
Yeah that boy’ll get dipped become holy as shit
Like a piece that fits into the largest of pics

Addicted to it, word, I’m a Merriam prisoner
I’m the lured like a fish to a worm, listen, sure
Yes, I’m an autistic who never got caught spinning
I’m currently docked in it in vesica arc minutes

The last rapper that did it lacked professionalism
Got blackballed and still won’t admit it
Last year I heard a eulogy from made, Onyx
Like I had Run DMC’s Santa tape poppin