ThemCrookedVultures

Once again, it's them crooked vultures

Fuck em all, let em burn with the sulfur

Give the kids gnosis, not culture

Let em burn die slow on the altar

She steady sinning like a mf Olsteen Twiin

Got that jinn, got that juice I feel so cray of the goose

That bitch, she bled on my boots I'm not your man, we just cool

418 abrahadabra feeling shamanic No Santa, got the tabs in the fanta

Now she's one with the phantoms, like a tiny leaf dancer

This that cosmic, no tantrum No black magic, just tantra

We all Stars like we Patrick