[Intro] Doc: It’s called a Rorschach test. I want you to tell me what you see in these pictures, can you do that for me?
[Hook] What do you see? What do you see? What do you see in these inkblots come on and be Honest to me, speak on I wanna help ya Build a bridge, and to fix you a shelter (uhh…) (x2)
[Verse 1] I see a pair of feather wings You sweater wearing, leather chaired, embarrassing Holier than thou loud mouth phony I’m only here to lounge, bow down homie
I’m not schizophrenic and I don’t need evangelists I have my own angel, you can blow me like candle wicks Your last supper’s with the crow eating gamblers I’m so freaking dope, leaking flows, keeping vandalous
Okay... Let’s get this stupid test over with Puking, head sobering, losing zeds over it Recently I’ve been seeing ‘em dreams in flesh I don’t know what to believe even leaving bed
And the order of events doesn’t always seem to match right I prolly sound crazy, but the hallways fricking mad bright Man, I hide in shadows like a corvus in the black night Rather try the gallows than be tortured with a flashlight
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[Verse 2] They started a little after the day of the crash I figured that’s normal maybe if I’d wait it’d pass Numb, begun marking down the dreams I started to have Hearken, barking at the bark I carved heart in the past
On, the wrong tree, long weeks, bargained with wrath Fears, tears, hears shadows in the parking lot laugh Till a weird man appeared hand extended in friendship Seven, very eccentric colored scarlet and grass
And since he made himself known the dreams have gotten less frequent And I’ve seen the mental needles on my bed leaving I don’t even know, capiche? I’m so tired At least the flow fire I feast on foes ire
Released um- rap game One Punch Man Wax brain hacks make humdrum jams Tongue done lashed out Mastered the fast mouth, bastard, the class clown, Pennywise, and he rhymes
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[Outro] Boomslang man you can't hang with the snakes Fucking with a serpent you get fangs in your face You can gimme any test and I'll fill in every question And finish but I guess trying to sample my brains - is just dumb
Seven: Yeah Sleeper, don’t listen to this clown, he’s bad for you. C’mon, let’s get out of here, I know what you need.