I'm a prize, FBIs want me alive
They found the car,  flies, I taught them to drive
Fall through knives till every single part of you dies
Couldn't figure my designs if you started at 5
To fend for yourself, you'd be broken in tears.
You fool you could probably pull rope through your ears
You sweat cold, grafted (grift) original web-toe
My mind in your physical mold would explode
If what I knew spread round the globe
They'd start measuring my head for a crown of gold
Your weak soul is tryna climb a greased pole
In the deepest hole, defeating man at his peakest role
They seek my power for its evil use
But I can see the truth, I can teach Greek to Beetlejuice
I'm high as fucking hypodermic needle use
I'll even fucking piss in your mouth, give you legal proof

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