A: Everything I am I owe to Lizzie Grant, I love that bitch
Changing personalities, Seven-Day Itch
White girl with the red lipstick
Got a pink vodka drink that’ll make me sick
But that’s just these days, that’s just what comes easy
’Cause I’m a different person every other weekday
Keep my faces filed neatly in a briefcase
Stow away my breakdowns, keep ’em as a keepsake.

FV: FYI, TBH IDC what you say
TBD don’t you see
We could die any day?

Okay ladies, now let’s get information
FOIA babes, doxx the ops that we’re paying
Cause if we can’t change their minds to the time of the clav
We’re gonna fuck the fuckin fuzz up up and down Haven Ave.
Burn the bridges you resent from a distance
We really get it litty if the shakers gonna listen
Use your art as a cudgel, I’ll shoot my mouth as gloc
You’re dropping names like the Fat Man, I tear it down from the top
Cause if the godhead spake through mouthfuls of cake
He couldn’t pull a poker face to convince us that he ain’t
Is it a communist hoax? You motherfuckers got jokes
But then your haha goes boo-hoo; my fist in your throat
Somebody told me talk is cheap, so I invest in penny stocks
Stringing my sounds and words around to combat all the poppycock
Building my bars up beat by beat to light the fuse and blow the spot
Maybe I’m a cherry bomb, but someone’s gotta pop it off
So no shit I’m an optimist
That’s why I’m sitting here bumping these Serpico hits
Cause if I’m sucking exhaust or if I’m slitting my wrists
I succumbed to the scum, signed and sealed em a win
They wouldn’t be afraid if they believed that we were lazy
They wouldn’t buy the papers if they thought that we were crazy
The fuckers spend a fortune tryina keep the people down
Then they sell us back the shackles just to subsidize their crowns
So if you mack on amphibians for nefarious reason
Y’all can’t act all appalled when the prince promotes treason
Did you even stop and think of why the fucker was a frog?
Why his reign was interrupted by a righteous act of God?
Why then every little peck would tick the time toward twelve o’clock?
Cause when the people aren’t united
Toe-to-tits it falls apart

SB: i put my heart and my head on the line
all my parts come apart by design
but we are what we eat
a little death as a treat
starved myself for breakfast that’s a bite-size suicide
heart and my head on the line
all my parts come apart by design
but we are what we eat
a little death as a treat
fucked myself for breakfast that’s a bite-size suicide