You bastards! You killed Kenny! Or Lenny? Or Benny? Or Gerald or Karol or Walt? I forgot your name you were coded as DEFAULT. Fault in your hands,but I understand,it's just an alt, dropping salt,my fault,I forgot I like art. Got-ta sy-lla-ble for all-of-you bot-ties caught -in-the-mid-dle of my high beams, shine lights so bright got you cross-eyed it's robot season Be very quiet (quiet) They can see inside my mind Mental barrier (tinfoil toupe) Gotta horde the gold (smaug on my mind) Gotta horde my verbal gold emulate extinction like a thesaurus, extripidous expedition earth exhales exiles those who expose mistrust, entrust those Fueling feral fires that fixate fixing fragmented feeble fucks forking their will into gigantic grouping gestalts grinning giving everything but game gets too complex gravity going, gravely a mess You bastards! You killed Kenny! Or Lenny? Or Benny? Or Gerald or Karol or Walt? I forgot your name you were coded as DEFAULT. Fault in your hands,but I understand,it's just an alt, dropping salt,my fault,I forgot I like art. Got-ta sy-lla-ble for all-of-you bot-ties caught -in-the-mid-dle of my high beams, shine lights so bright got you cross-eyed it's robot season So back to business, Like planet fitness, world struts his best the Nomenclature second nature pattern inspired by life's cruel mess, a tempting no care-ass giving bitch she is the coldest bitch packed a sweater I did while slinging the heat from my palms when I'm spitting that raw shit bodies droppin I keep cockin that raw shit gottem going numb straight dumb looking for the booth that I annexed with the shit I spit acidic to the youth and all you uncouth muthafucken fuckers who depend on my gleam. Keep doing you mothafuckas shit empowers my day dreams, lyrical experimentation birthed from transgressions, transforming to physical vertical transendence You bastards! You killed Kenny! Or Lenny? Or Benny? Or Gerald or Karol or Walt? I forgot your name you were coded as DEFAULT. Fault in your hands,but I understand,it's just an alt, dropping salt,my fault,I forgot I like art. Got-ta sy-lla-ble for all-of-you bot-ties caught -in-the-mid-dle of my high beams, shine lights so bright got you cross-eyed it's robot season So fuck you bastard-bot-wing-nut-looking fucks Keep running worlds program keep dropping all your nuts, Drop them into the void the endless pit of misery, to witch those who enter wish they perish Your mommas hips hold the key