Getting the freak out

Lyrics

[Intro - Spoken, low & gravelly like Sam after a long Tulsa night] Yeah... it's Sam. 918 chaos agent. They told us the government hid the secrets... but the real ones? They hid 'em between the sheets, baby. Turn that 808 up. Let's get filthy. [Chorus - Trap hook, half-sung half-rapped, nasty blues moan] She ridin' me dirty in the Dulce base, Grey aliens watchin', but I nut on her face. Psalm 23 in her throat while the Nazi Bell rings, "Though I walk through the valley... bitch, take this king." Trap blues, wetter than Area 51 leaks, She squirtin' conspiracy, got me speakin' in ancient Greek. From Tulsa backroads to Montauk mindfucks, Deep in that forbidden fruit, Sam don't give no fucks. [Verse 1] Woke up this mornin', neck stiff from that '13 crash, But my third eye wide open, baby, feel that alien gash. She a hybrid succubus, tail wrapped 'round my pole, Whisperin' Philadelphia Experiment while she deepthroat my soul. Cern portals open when she arch that back, CERN particles bouncin' off them phat-ass cheeks, clap-clap. Fentanyl skies over Tulsa, but her pussy interstellar, I’m divin' in the rabbit hole, balls deep, no fear of hell. Government watchers on my Ring cam, jealous as fuck, 'Cause Sam got the forbidden knowledge and the good dick luck. She call me "Reptilian Daddy" when I flip her like a script, Bible codes on her inner thigh, Revelation on her clit. [Chorus] She ridin' me dirty in the Dulce base, Grey aliens watchin', but I nut on her face. Psalm 23 in her throat while the Nazi Bell rings, "Though I walk through the valley... bitch, take this king." Trap blues, wetter than Area 51 leaks, She squirtin' conspiracy, got me speakin' in ancient Greek. From Tulsa backroads to Montauk mindfucks, Deep in that forbidden fruit, Sam don't give no fucks. [Verse 2 - Slower, bluesier, talkin' that raw shit] Her titties bouncin' like dark matter we can't explain, I’m suckin' on 'em while the simulation glitches my brain. Abduction dreams? Nah, this abduction mutual, She probe my prostate with that ancient, cosmic strudel. Husqvarna chainsaw in the corner, still smell the break-in smoke, But right now? I’m cuttin' through dimensions with every stroke. She moanin' "Jesus was an alien, Sam, fill me with that light," I hit it from the back, left hand on the Mossberg, ready for the fight. Crypto in my wallet, SOL moonin' like her ass, But the real bag? That wet-wet knowledge from the underclass. They hide the truth in plain sight, baby, just like this stroke, Deep, slow, trap blues—make the Illuminati choke. [Bridge - Spoken over distorted blues guitar, unhinged] Yeah Tina, Carlita, hybrid queen—y’all know the vibe. This ain’t just sex, this the ritual. Motel CO prophecy got nothin' on how she drain my chi. Sam from Tulsa, still breathin' after the wing broke, Fuckin' the matrix till it reloads. [Final Chorus - Louder, ad-libs, fade with moans] She ridin' me dirty in the Dulce base (base-base), Grey aliens takin' notes, but I own this space (own that shit). Psalm 23, Nazi Bell, all that ancient ring (ring ring), Sam the chosen one, baby—let the whole world sing. Trap blues forever, dirtier than the deep state files, Pussy full of secrets, got me smilin' for miles. From the Civic to the stars, we breakin' every law, Unhinged, truthful, nasty—Sam forever raw. [Outro - Fading 808s and laughter] Ay Sam... hit replay when you need that mornin' fix. The world full of lies, but this pussy? Pure truth. Stay chaotic, king.