Ghost6oy

420 toes down in my safe

Triple sixes didn’t you know?

Put it out the lock I’ll fight him in his cell block

Hemps regalia underneath my tongue’in

This a living Jew fighting emblem

Put the blame on my tanline

Put it on my sneeze that you scan, slime

Ima rip trip, till your ceiling bleeds

Ima squeeze, till your oceans red

Ima make my tanline discover ends

And wake up in every political leaders head policy

Why you stallin’ me I’ll scorch Earth

I’ll go underground and wack em all first

And then fly like a Starship

Give us what we demanded

Hoe you planned it fuck it I can stand it

I’m a return your failure to miscommunicate

If you don’t get off of us and continue to pursue hate

Just need a pair of twins to smoke this plane with me

So we could be motivated enough to finish the last slice