[Coal]
Hatch the ghost from your shell, with the most spells known to melt face
Sippin' on star lava, spit bars hotter than hell's gate
The shell makes a gaping hole, bodies faking a soul
Roll you in a carpet, bury your carca** in basements to stow
Below foundation when you face him tell Satan hello
Your hoe gets salutations, I'll f** her face and put ace in the hole
Got no ? a viking horde the world will fall before me
So call me the lord, you swing a sword like a girl with Palsy
All exalt me and fall falty s** my balls they're salty
A sorcery charge and to who's asking who, tell him Roger Daltrey
My catapults free a barrage you couldn't dodge accosting
Of course we sabotage, call me Oz I am a god of sorcery
Watch me force feed a dick to your b**h's bu*thole
A cold disposition, the apparition of Tristan Ludlow
The blood flows a ? and nuts sold ?nukin' troops
Execute these f**s, my style erupts like a Bazooka Tooth
Salute the truth, you bigshot I make the cannon shatter
Cadaver from graveyards raising the bars like a salmon ladder
My patterns gather a new revival to dilemma
Dismember pretender disciples when I Cycle to Gehenna
The epicenter inventor when I demonstrate with this hate
Quaking to make the world remember the energy state I emanate
Inseminate to shape it better when every whatever I make is great
While I innovate, but you could never to devastate what you create
[Tabs]
Tabs, the leader
Quantum leaped into a planet eater after a gla** of ether, acid tabs and a ma**ive bag of reefer
Thoughts pa** across my synapse so fast it could surpa** a cheetah
In a mad dash after a pack of zebras
Trapped inside my mind my thoughts have cabin fever
A balanced libra, smash the beaver of some diva a** bashing Easter
In a Nascar speedster, my seat ain't fastened either
Blasting heaters after basking in a bath of mad tequila
You see through a** about as potent as a half a zima
Smoking so many opponents, I'm choking from the emphysema
I feel like I'm half asleep in the land of dreamers, grab a ?
Who came to remove the stain like Stanley Steamer
Fighting all them nightmares that appear as real
Wielding steel sharp enough that it will peel through shields
Pedal to the floor, ignoring the fear I feel
Grip so tight I leave fingerprint impressions on the steering wheel
Don't get me wild, I chew through nails like a pedi-file
Then go and take the head of a pedophile
I made the Devil smile, ‘cause I'm going to Hell in style
On an Orange-County Chopper, Gehenna cycle
I got a special with a red dot, f** a vest I'm posing for the camera, so I'm sending head shots
Looking like the Ghost Rider when I blow by the rest stop
f** your fleet, we run these streets like Fred in Bedrock
And it's all systems go
Pedal to the floor as if y'all didn't know
And it's full speed ahead, ‘bout to change the globe
That's why my foes need me dead
(x2)
[Coal]
Strained by the crosses we tow
Demons feed off on every corpse that they grow
They eatin' off of your souls
Pained by the losses we hold
When every thought we were told forced us to loathe until we're lost and alone
Chains that abort us below
And all the talk we uphold molds cohorts and draws more forks in the road
Stained by the loss of control
We're too remorseless to bold up for a course we beat the horse till it's slow
Flames that'll scorch when we grow
The blowtorch'll supports until it warps and burnt the fort till it's smoke
Claimed that we offered them hope
Told them in water, you can choke from tryna float then threw em off of the boat
No gain for the fortune we know
Instead ashamed for the abortion will prow, no need for coffins below
Estranged in an orphanage home
The family forced him to moan, they leave a child to a pedophile's throne
Bread and defiled by Rome, while morlocks get blown over bones
Catching dome in Vatican catacombs
Pagan maiden mother in chrome, which is a aided by an ancient unknown
As Carl Sagan had shown
Illumination occupation a home
Indoctrination, freemasons of stone, building Lord Satan a home
Creation a whole nation of clones, we've grown a prone to succubus
Homunculus promised a wondrous tone
[Tabs]
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa, chill
What the f** are you doin' bro?
This is my mixtape. This is not the Coal mixtape
(This is mine, this is my show.)
When we have the Coal mixtape you can go off, ‘cause right now, you're just trying to make me look bad
(Now you're just showing off)
And I don't appreciate it, one, bit