[Verse]
Palace of tuned tidal's, challenge a new title, if I was a rude guy then a balance of rules might fall
Headed from the lies of his, malice and moot psycho
The pall enriched suffice as of Alice's new iPhone
What people thought of me was summing but a thing to hold me back
It's why I'm something from a nothing strained to toeing trash
And I have come deceived of drunken sheep of drone, e-crash
How come the wonder, love and Jesus be a phony laugh?
Money hungry celebrities with a potent expensive reason to open the best of witches and roses
Croaked, grainy picture of a goblin in your face
If that is what you want then Satan's got you in his chase
You're locked up
Unconscious from the bottom shut, with a philosophy of lust it ought to be your lost love
A prodigy adopted thugs a lot of means, a Rasta
To pon' dub be, duh, pun, dobby, the ponda, B to ponder
Away your soul to s** then turn up hideous in baring's way
Forgave the fool when him and my defense enough and staring straight
Brave on tough to standing fate, bait to rough, who's wary brain
Create the must soon trained too stomached, brazen scum whom rarely faced