I'll make you forget your philosophies
Reverse your insides with my psychology
Live in lost lore and dichotomies
If we weren't so lost, we'd be prodigies
Trading in the American dream for tragedies
You think you got me so figured out
but God calls in sick when he has to deal with me
Heavenly father, where's the child support?
I'm the very vertebrae you sought to remove
it's your move, just be real fucking smooth
Slip up, Slit down
