Rapture

I'm sodomizin'your bitch till the dawn break

Hands surroundin' her neck till she red faced

Buddha on my throat 'cause I meditate

You fuckin' waste of space, don't you procreate

I'm sodomizin' your bitch till the dawn break

Hands surroundin' her neck till she red faced

Buddha on my throat 'cause I meditate

You fuckin' waste of space, don't you procreate

Soon as the moon hit its peak, bound your hands and feet

Placin' my hand on your face, utterin' Latin speech

Pullin' a dagger up outta my waist, I place it in between your teeth

Soon as Vega hits the Zenith, I pull it and you bleed

I don't respond to no beef, I would rather croak

I'm too enlightened to speak, yes, I am too woke

Pentagram on my skin, but just to provoke

You to question and seek what you think you know

Aye, don't pop, fuck dope

Drunk at the Citadel

Sip the blood of Christ, drive

Now, I got a D-U-I

Old soul, really, though

Never leave my house, I don't

Wanna go anywhere

'Cause in a full room, I'm alone

No, I don't feel like I'm from here at all

Think a meteor with my cells hit Earth here long ago

Makin' me a thing from a world where we don't give a fuck

About what anyone else doin', I would rather not know

I'm sodomizin' your bitch till the dawn break

Hands surroundin' her neck till she red faced

Buddha on my throat 'cause I meditate

You fuckin' waste of space, don't you procreate

I'm sodomizin' your bitch till the dawn break

Hands surroundin' her neck till she red faced

Buddha on my throat 'cause I meditate

You fuckin' waste of space, don't you procreate