You could blame it, say reality’s at fault,
But in reality, you can flip it, no halt,
Some assault it, twist it, mold it to sugar,
Sweeten the struggle, but the truth pulls quicker,
Caught between the bitter and the faker's trigger,
Trying to mask the fall, but the cracks grow bigger,
And I'm a glossist, over fairy floss like Bob Ross did,
Painting over chaos, cool strokes, never lost it.
See your shoestring, improvise, reapplying sanitizer
Dearest realizer, theorist, analyzer
Can see through the clearest of your disguises
Foggy eyes up, you’re blind to the prizes
Assume assumption-based views through the visor
Wishing that your pumpkin would change, still a miser
Caught up in the spell, but the clock ticks tighter
Waiting for midnight, but reality bites ya.
Desanitizing the ref scene, like I just busted the back scene
Keeping these wraps clean, but brutal, mean
Blasting your buddy pots like Iron Man
With a higher plan, cooking up fire, man
If you doing something dastardly, face it, die a man
No tricks, no gimmicks, just raw in the jam
Hit you with the heat like a furnace, no fan
Got a vision that'll stick, sharper than a shuriken (get it?)
Watch your step when you enter, I ain’t fooling with the circus, fa
An I don't care, pick the style you want it
I'll take and run a mile above it
Take the phone dial and shove it
into a screen the sound of the phone off the dial for a while it's the sound of it's screaming
And sit back hit the hash dreaming and I'm scheming
Beaming ideas not keta but meta better get ready
Trying to hold the vape bag steady"
Honey nut cheez, honey but nutty, amazing buddy
Say things to phase things that phasing and out of realities zing
Bring along charm, smashing the alarm with my arm
Staying super calm, it's your problem
I'm here to bring the shock and awe like a clockwork orange
So you better lock your door with extra locks
At a pair of rocks, at a pair of Glocks aimed right to the hinges
Dennis the menace, traps like I'm changing darts into syringes
The bigger part, I'm aiming aruga dot at your heart
You better dot away before I push you out like a cart today
The Uber gory turns into a survival story
Something the equivalent of misery
Ain't no catching me if you really wanted that badly to change the story
Maybe you should have hit me up, what are you worried about?
Having to interrupt nothing, like I got half a foot in the stirrup cussing
Swords towards electrical boards as I saw it as a sore towards it
Trying to get the information out of me, you don't have to waterboard it.