Prod. YCK

Middle fingers, don’t comply
Extricate to testify
Going postal antisocial
We committing regicide
I admit in my defense
Fatal omen had a sense
Too suspicious in some ditches
Die without a consequence

Hologram hologram pray for the fall of man
Columns have fallen and left here a solid mass
Monoliths radiate raised then malaise
Let it seep on in imma set it ablaze
Indistinct emulsified
The invocation won’t suffice
You’re bleeding too much to stabilize
Reading the rites to wasted lives
Said I’m a cynic Diogenes
Is who I look up to so I got the keys
I’m raiding pharmacies where there’s a bard and beast
When acrimoniously there in harmony
Gave swarms of my locusts to aid it’s a check
Cannot reconcile no aftereffect
Put em in a state of mind that they cannot escape
And hate to find em automated with no shipment to scrape
Hasten to fasten I’m chasing the dragon
I’m snatching the cash then I’m lacing the tabs and
Irrigated rivers are polluted by the generator
Mechanism separating put em on a ventilator
Feed me the venom injecting it willingly
There ain’t a difference the both of us will agree
Ending this coalition quick
These particles’ collisions split

Middle fingers, don’t comply
Extricate to testify
Going postal antisocial
We committing regicide
I admit in my defense
Fatal omen had a sense
Too suspicious in some ditches
Die without a consequence

Regicide oh
This mass extinction leave’em bleeding
Fuck the 5 0
Don’t like the mission while you sleeping
At your front door
With ammunition packing sweeping
Through the gun smoke
No you can’t see me life depleting
Now Whatsup hoe
Red line still you niggas wasting my time
Fuck you too if you ain’t feeling my prime
Goat tier status don’t you fuck up my shine
Nameless king don’t wanna versus you died
I’ll give you niggas bastard halos like an Angel
I got the rings my homie drop you like Kurt angle
Don’t fight it now your fading breath could leave you strangled
Like how their bodies gotten twisted as they dangled
We lay you dead inside of evil it’s a matinee
I got some dues I’m cashing out and you gone have to pay
We trap a pound we getting close and just a half away
They know I’m moving with the flock and niggas that afraid

Middle fingers, don’t comply
Extricate to testify
Going postal antisocial
We committing regicide
I admit in my defense
Fatal omen had a sense
Too suspicious in some ditches
Die without a consequence