THE HILLS HAVE EYES

I'm too punk to go pop

Too cool to ever drop

Tasting water every drop

Praise God I won't stop

And God won't stop testing my praise for him

My homies not doing well and I prays for em

Doofus stuck in a cave gotta lay one on him

Rugrat stuck in their ways got the brainrot on em

Hold on junior you got that brainwash on ya

Steroiding the mitochondria

Fedor I might be too hot for ya

One wrong move and I'll get the gots on ya

You're a demon gotta get the cross on ya

I might just go Kevin Cross on ya

You're all pasta don't got the sauce on ya

Trench warfare and we're drinking franzia

Feel like a Bosnian in Yugoslavia

Feel like Benito in Italia

Adolf Hitler on methamphetamine

Elon Musk at the inauguration on ketamine

I'm above the politics like 10 degrees

And in politics I got 10 degrees

Masonic secret society with some enemies

And all my biggest allies are enemies

And All my frenemies are the good guys

Oxen with them nice thighs

Expeditioners looking at the hills eyes

Appalachian mountains ignoring all the voices

Impulsive personality making ton of bad choices

It's my turn to be sacrificed to the sun god and I'm rejoicing