Supa Sortahuman - Dogma lyrics

[Verse 1: Ghostemane] This the typa sh** that make ya head go bang Bang bang to the wall poppin out veins Break a thang but it'll Neva make the sh** same Too much i dont give a sh** to really change things Neva listen what another folk say Less he got more money comin in than bill gates Maybe then I can learn one or 2 things But I'd rather take a psychedelic shroom then what got to say Sick of havin nothin in my fridge but a thang of salad dressing and a little bit of moldy rye Buddy told me eat a little bitta that sh** I would trip like sh** said boy you a lie No Wonder why I never trust a soul anymore Neva turn my back like a corner in the fourth Foth down and the goaline pa** to myself like I'm Brad J b**h f** everybody else This is the type of sh** that lead to bangin yo head Like my chick when she crackin the head of my bed Is enough of it Neva enough for me spendin my time doing nothing but sh** that I dread Never wanna wish upon another deity when I can wish upon me wit Never dealin with a priest Watch that sh** you say your God ain't Savin you from sh** Sortahuman!