[Verse]
I shared what little I had with you
Then you got mad at me
While you were passin me
Just like I accurately augered, ain’t have to see all of the past, told me all of the future
In patterns, the patter of hooves, supernatural movements - I felt em the most as a child
The call of the wild isn’t all it’s cracked up to be
You heard it too but ain’t tuned in awhile
I make moves - you ain’t moved in awhile
Creaky puppetry
I make a mood stretch a mile
Measure up to me
I bet you fools make a line to run up on me
I see your crew single file, keep my knuckles clean
How I can kick game
And my kick game winter Sherpa lined
Smokin distillate, you smoke turpentine
I make dissertations, make a twerp hurt & go berzerk inside
I’m the perfect person for a curse to find
Motherfurkin furcifer the first in line
To spurt diversified & rhythmic nursery rhymes
Parishioners search the skies, scream GOD DAMN
God Damn Chore Boy, God Damn
God Damn you, but God’s Stan
I’m God’s plan
You, on silent, he’s on Dan
Whatchu want? Scram
I be wherever Beloveds be
I fuck around like Duchovny
