Lyrics

roll up in a tank got more money than a Rothschild bank. I write my music in my diary like I’m Anne frank. I keep it real I preach what I feel Jesus plz take the wheel I keep a switch in my pocket like a lucky locket oh dang oh gosh darn it. I forgot my tonic to go with my chronic floor the gas hellcat surpass the iconic sonic but this reality not a cartoon or a comic. Bob Dylan harmonic you soft as marshmallow you need a roast you white as hell you look like you seen a ghost. or maybe it’s a cancer you’ve been diagnosed.





lunatic mind society made me unkind 4 white padded walls that were meant to keep me confined I’m a little dizzy from drinking all this red wine tell god to rewind the tape let’s go back in time when I was a younger man in my prime I could punch a hole in a bitch and pull out his spine never needed a vest like breakfast I ate them nines…ain’t nothing gonna ever slow me down I stay up chugging monsters and running through walls like my name Kyle I’ll kill a king and bury him with his own crown than roll up in your hood and have everyone face down lunatic mind with the Face of a sad clown
I look in the mirror and can no longer understand what I see, the feeling a dark entity staring back at me..a arm rips through the glass and it’s got ahold of me…