Cabin Killer - Doomtree

Like the clock in the gut of the 'gator

They all talk (tick)

Earned every dime in my pocket

They pocket watching

Eyes wide—you must’ve gotten in the belladonna

Watch if you wanna

I work in that Castellano lisp

French Resistance, Oxford comma

Get press like I’m all cuff and collars

Winter’s brisk, double down, if you’re gonna stay on it

Seasons here even freeze the deep water

But it keeps the genes hardy

So feed a fever, the winter we starve keep

Razor in the cheek, robin in the ribcage

Braided in the street, hair down in the crib stay

Easy on the beat

Mouths get easier to feed

Meter’s running, every minute gotta matter—move

I got a minimum to meet

I’m in that two-seater beater bumping Big Freedia

Scheming on something I could eat up

With this dime and this nickel

I might take down Visa for the three percent I feed them

I am not your profit

I am Travis fucking Bickle

Kill a paparazzi lobby

Bring the body down to Lockheed

Stuff it in a Maserati

Just playing, that’s just the funny shit I’m dreaming

While I’m pouring your Chianti

Serve a couple tables and I’m off on my Bianchi

I’m outie kemosabe weaving all these zombies by me

Money, money, money all they ever fucking say

I should’ve left yesterday

Okay I need a couple bucks to fill my cup and you know this

But holding on to something gold never was the focus

Never fell for the hocus pocus, it’s all bogus

Bullshit, goldfish, guppies, yuppies fucking disgust me

Ugly man, I’m sick of this shit so I untie my wrists

And I undock my ship

I dream a new planet with only fun occupants

So I uncock my hips and I dance like an idiot

See how electric my city is

Lake City pacemaker

Put the pulse in it

Big Sims and I keep it authentic

Running Man jump back, bio-funk divisible

Hungry Jack swing, hide your trunk visible

Steel wool brillo teeth, sleepin like I’m Hampton

Leak blood in widow’s peaks, geekin up vampin

C’mon Dougie I been rap—frrserious

4 minus 5 (1) Fantastic Furious

WWF, www dot calm the fuck down right now

Or you’ll get WW3'd, all of you dummy to me

Money turn putty when fuddy duddies act funny with me

D-Bo everything, eenie meanie that’s mine

I said gimme guh-gimme gimme gimme plenty

Beamer and the Sim simma

The Vimmy, the semi

Petty bounty, any penny or any fedi

Homie is you relevant?

Lemme get a piece

I’ma retell it, develop it, sell it to the beast

Rollin in a bread box, mayo spillin

On the ceiling, bailing 187

Satan kneeling, hailing, doing my bidding

Grillin, never chillin, I’m Hella Frreal

Peeling on God’s lemons, spillin milk, drowning kittens

Sick hurlin, feelin like I’m illin, wheelin, and dealin

Mike the Thriller, chill killer it’s been a minute

You can show and prove, I’ma stand and deliver it

I’m peeling off into the city lights

Dripping like Dali in the alleyways

I had my way with the ways of the world but the world found its way back

Gray slacks, paid tax

Laid tracks to the last spike

But that was last night

Wait um, that was just the D M T um

We young, we dumb, we full of gun powder

We got em back against they feelings

They bent, they went willing

We didn’t push em

Nah, tell them fuckers to Stay Puft

Marshmallow men, harsh mellows

When they get in ya space then settle in

Never let em again

Throw piss, throw em off of ya scent

And never let em again

They placate like we here to pretend

Never let em in