Cyclone

Hopped up outta my grave
R.I.P. is on my stone
Thanks to you I'm awake
Welcome me back to my home
They don't want me alive
I can handle it all on my own
You got me twisted like a sike
Got me twisted like a cyclone

Death to fools and deluders
All of whom is translucent
I find ruins amusing
I'm a noose to a nuisance
Who is lost in translation?
And who is causing confusion?
You are not Confucius
n*gga you just confusing
The worst type, the cursed type, who blurs lines
Birdlike, who blurt lies at the worst time
Don't make me open up the flood gates
That's how the world ended the first time
Feminazis so selfish
Keep your hands to yourself, b*tch
Or else, b*tch
You'll find out what or else is
I'm no raging psycho
And it's no phase or cycle
f*cking A, don't care what they say
You can call it hate, I'm right though
I ain't telling your priest sh*t
You ain't God have a seat, b*tch
Roll out bumping some 3-6
See you at the next eclipse