Short Moscato - Whisper (Disappear) lyrics

It's holy war, swing a holy sword Rock CB4s, snort lines of Ouija boards I'm a sight for sure, my lord God Psych-cyphin' in the psych ward A point lightnin' might strike for High on life or, pour moscato on my mic cords Poor Moscato's f**ing life The sun is painted white Are my lungs painted black? Grab the tape, Rewind it back And find a sack, and roll that, roll that (roll that) I'm on my Nick Carraway Narrator of a real-life screenplay Where you can see space I like to lick her c-place Then I take a sip of liq And spit it into Ye face Ima f**ing prick, a f**ing dick A living head-case, breathing disgrace Reasons displaced Playing sick games with the Big Dipper Reflecting on Rap City: The Ba**ment, Big Tigger I think I get the bigger picture... Chorus 1 Twist that sh** until I whisper Make me disappear Twist that sh** until I whisper Make me disappear Twist that sh** until I whisper Make me disappear Twist that sh** until I whisper Make me disappear