Viktor wild islander, bring out the child in ya
Singing out the silence to a more violent
And heil Hitler
I'm in the cut looking for some puss to pick apart
Dirty, like us riding in a whip that really isn't ours
Storming out the door, don't press record I hate my fucking voice
Trying to kill that noise, performing fill that void, slightly
I'm swimming in water that's been dicey since landing
And I'm owing these niggas nothing
Like all I've been handing for free
Don't pan your cameras to me, ho don't command me to speak
I got these little niggas swinging from the banners
Throwing facts in his pijamas
Walking slow because the cameras keep his stamina weak
And you can catch him like some halibut after a bad accident
Trying to get [?] piece
Out, Villain, Earl, Captain they commanding your street now
Rapping good as mother fucking janitors sweep now
Get the business handled, get the cannabis cheap now
It's a bunch of nuggets on him like sand on a beach towel
Captain's back (yay)
[?] put the mic away (where?)
Beside a microwave (oh)
When I die I bet you might go wave
He blowing bubbles at the pearly gates
Took a stuffy with the king but only seen my face
I'm writing darker pieces in my thesis
I'm hiding in the park with all your nieces
Trading head for Resse's pieces
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