Your eyes wide shut, you're deluded, and your ghul's flesh that is putrid.
You got a high diet of melanin, your regime, but you got caught, now come clean.
The street sweeper in me, the retired fixer, and now I'm strapped.
Because I'm livin my second life, this incarnation is a wrap.
The Heineken on on tap, to celebrate the new sign.
The End of Time, the signs, it's clear to those that know.
Just like Noah's Boat, but those that don't float, are the ones guilty of heresy.
And you think I got the Blair Witch in me.
That's why I dot all my i's and cross my t's.
I stay doin the Warren G, havin to regulate your chi.
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