GENOCIDE (PT. 2)

Oh?
What's this? (Yuh-uh)
Hahahaha
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch

I'ma fuck around and Timmy Turner to the tippy top (Tippy top)
I wonder if these niggas really grip these Glocks
Tripping acid, lipping flaccid dicking 'til she give me top, (Uh-huh, uh-huh)

Skipping to the store, I got a red hood on
Salvia, we ripping out a ten-foot bong
There's a bitch inside my house, she keep on saying she's in pain
Yeah, she's sitting on my couch with burning needles in her brain
Divinorum in her veins, guess she was on Lexapro?
The combo made her go insane
She feel calmer on cocaine (True story)
Don't rap for fame (Too whorey), bitch what you sayin'?
I'm Super Saiyan, you super plain (Root for me)
I take my pain, make the music, plant a bomb, can't defuse it
I am calm, I am lucid, they betting on that he lose it
Never had it to start with, break you like using guitar pick
Constipated, always making that hard shit
Contemplated taking niggas real far, shit
Things happen, niggas switch, you evolve with
Time moving, rhyme smoothing
Stay focused you will shine through sin
Street tacos get some dimes, who's in?
Know a nigga threw the lime juice in
I know how to live (I know how to live), I know how to die too
You could jump off a building, eat mushroom for healing
Put acid in your eyes too

I'ma fuck around and Timmy Turner to the tippy top (Tippy top)
I wonder if these niggas really grip these Glocks
Tripping acid, lipping flaccid dicking 'til she give me top, (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Whipping up my visions, humans listen to the shit I drop (Shit I drop)

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, huh, yeah, huh
Yeah
Yeah, huh, yeah, huh