[Red]
Feel as much use as shampoo in a sand dune
Lone loon eating rangoon
Who you?
Mu shu on the plate next to it
Four pancakes
Break necks with the MIC piece
On a tight leash in my left palm
Lip balm in my right pocket
Rip song
Left calm with a tight right socket
And nobody clapped ‘cept my white mom

Hey kid, you got two parents
You got to be kidding me if you think you got it bad
I never had what you do
You’re well to do, you’re fucking lucky
Then I wonder why I cut me or snuck three supplements
He’s subtle when his day was “good”
But in his head he wish he would not have gotten out of bed
For good-ness sake this planet fake
I can’t stand waiting for fate planted
So I plan escape

Young Thunder under the spell of slug magic
Tug back and backflip
All these magicians whispering in my ear
Make me wanna disappear

[Lem]
Well I guess I’m here again
Fear in the summer
Fahrenheit
Quite a nice sight
And what you truly know of night?
Nothing
Buffering plucker fuckers all for a growth
You stuck in?
I can plan escape, nickel through your pumpkin
Luckily that slug collecting dust mites
Hug tight for eye sight, ‘cause when I sleep I light
Dynamite to domes
When I wake write poems
On chrome thunders under the influence of my home
Known for prone to be caged
Yet he is already steadily peddling through these metal heads wishing them lead
In his bed, his thoughts bled into penicillin blunts
And when he drinks he most shifty
And the piff would just trip him over
Never old is what I hold in my hand
I’d take over all man
Till I forget my grip, orchestrating shit that I never planned

[Bully]
What the fuck, yo
Who is this kid? Yo
Stop with that orange-tip shit!
You ain’t -

[Lem]
WHAT
You think I won’t bust a lip?
Matter of fact I bust six
Just for pissing off
Till every twitch is gone
You just a pawn
And at the break of dawn he’s back to getting long gone
Drawn to the ways of Tsunadae
Till I decay I play with fate, trying to block the rays away
So I pray for that Tuesday
Locked and loaded about to implode
So I blow away

Young Thunder under the spell of slug magic
Tug back, make them backflip (none of this feels real)
All these magicians whispering in my ear,
They make me wanna make ‘em disappear
(None of this feels real)
Young Thunder running the spell of slug magic
Tug back, make ‘em backflip
It’s hidden
It’s me
Whispering in your ear
Make you wanna disappear
Here

*knock on door*
[Mom]
Hey, who’s in there with you?

*door opens*

Oh look, he’s alive
Where ya goin?

[Red]
Out