text: Im sodomizinyour bitch till the dawn break 
  Hands surroundin her neck till she red faced 
  Buddha on my throat cause I meditate 
  You fuckin waste of space, dont you procreate 
  Im sodomizin your bitch till the dawn break 
  Hands surroundin her neck till she red faced 
  Buddha on my throat cause I meditate 
  You fuckin waste of space, dont you procreate 
  Soon as the moon hit its peak
  Bound your hands and feet 
  Placin my hand on your face
  Utterin Latin speech 
  Pullin a dagger up outta my waist I place it in between your teeth
  Soon as Vega hits the Zenith I pull it and you bleed 
  I dont respond to no beef
  I would rather croak 
  Im too enlightened to speak
  Yes, I am too woke 
  Pentagram on my skin
  But just to provoke 
  You to question and seek
  What you think you know 
  Ayy, dont pop
  Fuck dope
  Drunk at the Citadel
  Sip the blood of Christ
  Drive
  Now I got a D-U-I
  Old soul
  Really though
  Never leave my house I dont
  Wanna go
  Anywhere
  Cause in a full room Im alone
  No I dont
  Feel like Im from here at all
  Think a meteor with my cells hit Earth here long ago
  Makin me a thing from a world where we dont give a fuck
  About what anyone else doin I would rather not know
  Im sodomizin your bitch till the dawn break 
  Hands surroundin her neck till she red faced 
  Buddha on my throat cause I meditate 
  You fuckin waste of space, dont you procreate 
  Im sodomizin your bitch till the dawn break 
  Hands surroundin her neck till she red faced 
  Buddha on my throat cause I meditate 
  You fuckin waste of space, dont you procreate