Heaven's Gate Has The Best Punch

So you thinkin' you a edgy
Motherfucker with your Been Trill
No rent to pay and yo
Granny got yo phone bill
These motherfuckers twenty-two
Live like they sixteen
Ain't nothin' urban bout a outfitter hype
Beast, no identity
Sittin' 'round re-tweetin' tweets
From your favorite rapper you found
Out about like last week
Keep it trendy like a pussy
Bitch you oughta be
The schema da posse puttin' all
Yo fans to fuckin' sleep
Planet Earth is about to be recycled
Your only chance to survive
Or evacuate, is to leave, with us
So once you hit eleven likes you a king
Pussy be beggin' for you, I see

I bet you pick up on my sarcasm so easily
Easily bury yo head in the ground
And then don't come out
Better sort your fuckin' life out
There's more to life than hittin' synthetic
Drugs till yo lights out
When I was a kid on my bus I got a bible
Was told to read it
I took it home to my pops
He threw it in the trash
And yelled: Don't you even
That begun my life as a heathen
Questioning everything, especially trends
Among other shit
Keepin' the population contained
The mind that was in Jesus
That mind is in me I know what I just said
I said

I am the return of the Son of my Father
I'll tell you something that's
Even more remarkable
My Father came with me this time
Shit don't mean a thing, if you
Got no money, no pussy, no weed
Long as you got eleven likes
You won't lose any sleep
Shit don't mean a thing, if you
Got no man, no cash, or wealth
Long as you got eleven likes
You won't hate yourself
Shit don't mean a thing, if you
Got no money, no pussy, no weed
Long as you got eleven likes
You won't lose any sleep
Shit don't mean a thing, if you
Got no man, no cash, or wealth
Long as you got eleven likes
You won't hate your
Self