Try Again

Vincent Gallo, boy I'm so insane and I'm ready to fuckin' blow his brain
'Bout my Lois Lane, bitch I'm pumped up with Lidocaine
I don't notice pain, don't know what the fuck I'm doin'
Why you want my vocal chain?

I stay pissed off, y'all fuck my mood up but I hope it change
Whole team pro in ridin' dick — boy, y'all the bogus gang (hell nah)
Touch down in Sunnyvale and learn some Nova Scotia slang
Chase got that shit that you ain't even hear yet, but you know it bang, ay

Bleach ingested, tryna soak a stain
Can't name a prophet but I sure know Bram Stoker's name
Ain't sell my soul — I just lost it at a poker game
I speak in tongues, hoe my words are hocus pocus strange, ay

Do drugs — they caught Tim Allen with some coke
He picked the tools up, I never said I'm playin' fair, I make the rules up
You link up with that girl and go home with some blue nuts — fuckin' loser

Fresh up off a brain blast, camouflage Ethel Cain swag
Hang back, another day another plane crash — good trash
Eat at the dump and take a rain bath, have you swallow teeth
And beat myself up with the same jab

Resting bitch face — I'm a diva, if that's what you call it
Cool, that's okay if they don't invite me — shit, I love my solitude
I grew up in a nice place — how'd I turn rotten?
I had them boys on ice skates stalkin' me and plottin'

Welcome to my tundra — this is cryogenic caution
Tomahawk, I'm flyin' through the paint — no floppin'
She said she's never leavin' — well, there might not be an option
I'm paranoid as ever — what if the feds came knockin'?

Ay — lord of flies in disguise, keep they minds hypnotized
We'll lock eyes when they die, ay
Bitch I land in the skies — ain't no man civilized
We gon' plan ya demise, ay