I'm so fly, you should call a SWAT team.
Living in the blueprints of God's scheme
Living off the funds from my daily COD streams
Haunted by odd dreams of hell beyond screams
The revolution will be televised on screens
Jesus will rise from holographic pod beams
God speed on your road to success
In a world where we pay a robot for a blowjob or sex
Excuse my vocal tourettes but i've opened my nest
Codename Pinecone, the omen of death
Battling me is like vaping a deadly dosage of meth
I'll smack the fuck out of a Nickelodeon guest
Greeting Lady Gaga in a fallopian dress
While smoking the flesh of my opium chef
Wondering what would happen if the pope wasn't blessed
Sprayin it rapid is Jaliens passion in this Matrix entrapment
I cause more damage than claymore fragments
I'm Vegas Paddock and its not safe for the masses
Spreading contagious hatred for faggots
Causing traffic is the sacred basis of havoc