[Bridge] Things are looking up But I'm not looking down at them (x4)
[Verse 1] Sin's an acronym for socially inept and nasty Sinking daggers in the throats of olden vets and has-beens Crimson rapper, winter cold, eat cobra heads, arachnids And drink some beetle juice for evil boosts instead of caffeine
Keep talking all, but I'm deep lost in though Haunting nightmares? No problem, I'll sleep walk it off The green goblin, nah, just a freak dropping bombs Your songs don't ring a bell and if they did it's false alarm
Ought to carpet bomb the rugrats who in for cheese I can slaughter y'all in your own mousetrappy simple beats Debris, entropy, mental clinics send for me Gee, lost my mind, keys and where the shit my temper be
Enemy, you better be legging it like centipedes Life indeed is a movie, wish I had some better seats At the cemetery, catching 40 mellow winks Listen mister, I don't play unless it's for The Yellow King
[Bridge]
[Verse 2] Midas touch, finger fuck bitches, get money Fly as fuck, Beelzebub, rip the web sonny Cyber cops click the blog pictures, head hunting But they winding up, in the dust Sin had left, funny
Lah, you can't see me, I can't even see myself No reflection in the mirror, might be that I need some help In a different league of rhyming, cats can keep their belts Run the mouth of madness till my psyche has unleashed all hell
Nah, I'm not a hypebeast, don't often rock the Nikes A white tee or describe the stuff I cop as hyphy I be high on darkness death and rap dystopia When I test the waters sharks develop aquaphobia
Heard you rap, what about? Oh, you know, depressive stuff Confessing love to barbie dolls that Ken is gon' molest and fuck Some progressive rough sketches of my effing up The rest is just the fantasy that's in my head as (Ecila)