Chorus: 8-Bit
I'm a motherf**in' beast n***a
I'm always working hard, do a bar on the beat
It's a motherf**in' feast n***a
So wake yo a** up, get the f** up out yo sheets
'Cuz we living in yo dreams
Verse 1: Pope Gregory XIII
This is one nightmare won't get caught in a dream catcher
Popping 50 Xannies so I'm sleeping like Heath Ledger
Give you the tip, it's like you swinging at Mayweather
f** with the Huxtables, man I'm tighter than Cosby sweaters
Phasing through Carl Sagan, we coming through snatching faces
I was there at creation, admit it this boys amazing
Blatantly berating these rap kids in the game today
Vene vidi vici and I'm here to stay
The end of days is almost upon us
Blow you away like some sawdust
f** the world like I'm Kronos
I was broken in august
And I was snorting the product
Did it with blunts so that chronic
But look now b**h how I'm flawless and I'm just being honest
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Verse 2: Pope Gregory XIII
I bet you hear but ain't listening
f**ing with me will leave your b**hes in stitches
Bleeding and twitching in ditches, we bringing back the lynchings
Life ain't giving out wishes, just over ripe lemons
To old to play the victim I'm looking through vapors for wisdom
Since ain't no food in my kitchen
Did I forget to mention?! 14 and my conscience was missing
Now I'm knifing these b**hes
I got a pipe for these b**hes
Open yo eyes and you'll learn that i am an idol to n***as
They cannot handle I'm flawless
Got em bowing like they were falling for autumn
Rap ain't nothing but allusions and call ems
But this sh** will get him girls that are white as a phantom
Every man for himself but its like you pushin' a tandem
Always packin' two magnums, moving weight you can't fathom
Water the astrology but to hot to be handled
Jack a jetpack from Jack Black and burn the preamble
This a good example of what happens when I ramble
b**h!
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