The Jesuits
    (专辑: Delusional Thomas - 2013)
    
    [Delusional Thomas:]  From, yeah, from, from, from, from—   Right out the 
backyard, rhymes out the 
crack jar  The 
facts are that Mac brought the 
cash for the 
caviar  Laugh hard, staying out the 
way of bad karma  And black tar covered demons when they have drama  You latch onto hope, but it ain't working out  This garden snake you knew done grew into a 
serpent now  And my mind is perverted, foul, wow  My time, you've got to earn it now  Alright, dance circles around the 
lava  And bitches coming over just to twerk around the 
casa  Yeah, lemme see that ass, bitch (Haha)  Yeah, as the 
Virgin Mary get deflowered  Arouse her, and let her put her mouth in my trousers  Woke up, made a 
couple million 'fore I 
showered  Spent an hour with Jack Bauer  And the 
kids from Rocket Power watching television  Sometimes the 
truth is better when it's fiction  It's never written, never find a 
bed in prison  Dealing with addictions when I 
beat it  Then it's switching to something else  Shit, I'm only running from myself  But I'm running fast and I'm tired   [Da$H:]  Fucking sleepy, man  Give me some fucking orange juice  Put some peyote in that shit   My whole fucking life is a 
science experiment (Buggin')  Terrorist rhetoric, stare make the 
Devil flinch (Pussy)  Paint is hemorrhaging, the 
roof is scabbing  Finna peel off, sky's teal hand rolling in eel sauce  [?] a 
bit harder to look at  Put a 
home invasion, throw the 
earnings in my book-bag  Learned about that Xanax and Opana, 'cause  Ain't nobody really ever taught me how to cook crack, but  I 
got about half a 
Rite-Aid in my book-bag  Bitch, I'm always high, that's why I 
look sad  Glad bag full of kush, burn the 
same bush Moses had a 
conversation with  Could make a 
Mason bitch Croatian dick (Yeah)  We run a 
train, you finna date the 
bitch (Fucker)  The 
new age, Johnny Blaze and shit  I 
got the 
homies in your neighborhood  Knocking like these niggas lost a 
dog (Dog)  Momma looking for her boy, she better call the 
morgue  I'm a 
ball hog, I 
tell my niggas, "I ain't finna pass it"  You ain't gonna dunk, smoking Hawaiian Skunk  Elephant tusk necklace just to provide the 
stunt (You seen me)  Wear a 
Waldo outfit, you wouldn't find me once  I 
hit the 
ocean floor inside a 
slut  Disintegrate into the 
finest dust (Then I 
poof), I'm out, nigga  Like that—