Cyclone

Hopped up outta my grave

R.I.P. is on my stone

Thanks to you I'm awake

Welcome me back to my home

They don't want me alive

I can handle it all on my own

You got me twisted like a sike

Got me twisted like a cyclone

Death to fools and deluders

All of whom is translucent

I find ruins amusing

I'm a noose to a nuisance

Who is lost in translation?

And who is causing confusion?

You are not Confucius

n*gga you just confusing

The worst type, the cursed type, who blurs lines

Birdlike, who blurt lies at the worst time

Don't make me open up the flood gates

That's how the world ended the first time

Feminazis so selfish

Keep your hands to yourself, b*tch

Or else, b*tch

You'll find out what or else is

I'm no raging psycho

And it's no phase or cycle

f*cking A, don't care what they say

You can call it hate, I'm right though

I ain't telling your priest sh*t

You ain't God have a seat, b*tch

Roll out bumping some 3-6

See you at the next eclipse