Still processing to all platforms All those legs... just to have no spine... Lyrics: Slug started living by a code, yuh new kind of king cobra continuing my story, aint no coda imma start performing getting colder I just put THC inside the fuckin soda when it sold out Don't believe a thing they ever told ya Started thinking n I aint even miss fuckin the old ya When they at they limit Ive been miles passed the quota Descendants of sinners New shawty, messing up the fitted sheet when Im in my innervisions I just hear myself repeat maybe all the voices just the ancestral telepathy shawty bouncing betty shawty shawty need you gainst my body sorry you dont wanna sit beside me I might buy you dancin diamonds if you keep on ridin imma find the light im dyin out my mind if you dont mind it wide eyes when I'm slidin on the psilocybin been on top of classified file cabinets if you understandin way I kill it put a patent on my practice catapult canon ball made of static asking slug, what the status? what the fuck turn to bugs the moment that I'm manic all my ops are bots rustin in the trunk imma train a centipede rip apart their fuckin lungs Understand this some dumb ass shit some bum ass shit all of your selfishness developed this accountability can you spell that? is it not your ish? cause it wasnt theirs either I bet you believe all that blasphemy blast to the past hanging with n became the same people trashin me so much hate inside their heart its sad to me its sad that those bitches still mad at me im codename kid next door you actin like a spykid all your favorite people stay my biggest haters keep on pickin sides cause my shawty dinner eat it later diving down I breathe like vader put one in my back now, always got a knife round argue with the facts hope you signin out maybe you'll become an individual turn that life around tell that pussy turn the sight around and see the sight I found bein friends with you barrel see it through he see the proof whole group a game of whack-a-mole I see a bunch of bops if you wanna see me wait until I reach the fuckin top you dont wanna think about it you just follow flocks you don't even got a reason you just wanna holocaust if I was a street you keep speeding to conclusions tryna break the hex but you happy in illusions now you aint hide shit thought you'd fuckin want this lying to my face Imma keep the shit a 100more

The ears know if you jog, sprint, or run... If you walk around... You might just make it... ______________________________ Uploading this here before it releases on all platforms, the slappers get it early. more