I'm vicious, hellsent, $#&@ing drunk too.
Telling all the !@#%s in the room, I hate you.
When I roll up with the top back,

Illuminati on my back but all those !@$)gots are simple.
Now listen.


Egotistical, mystical frontman, I'm legendary.
So many ^!$$%s tryna front, it's $#&@ing scary.
Truth is? No one on that slick %#@!.

And Alexander's just down to $#&@ing talk %#@!.

So sick I leave them flustered like the flu.

Murkin' all these cats, don't even need a $#&@ing crew.
But I'm a Six Cliq member, leave you dismembered.
Wordplay strange, make your head hurt.


Superstar druglord, king of the underworld.
Partying with Satan, $#&@ing first class around the world.

A million !@#%s on my left hand, %#@!.
And on my right Ima pick a main (*##$.
I'll be like: "Damn girl! Where you goin'?

I'm the only kid in this place worth knowin'."

I'm just tryna move forward...I'll be like.

I'll be your light in the dark,
I'm tryna move past what we know.
Writing up the sequel for all those other people,

Tryna unravel faster, reality master.
Body parts unrecognized, beautiful sculpture.
I'm the crafter.


You should have stayed a shadow,
$#&@ winning the battle.

Acting like you prime but in reality you dabble.
Cut you with a scalpel, incision, expose your ribcage.
Bumpin' that Excision while I'm digging up a new grave.


Holes in the ground like the holes in my mind.
Inception, wake up, pull the curtains back.

I'm fiendin', cig smoke smoking, elevate,
Heaven sending, all these !@$)gots $#&@ing grippin',
But you know Six Cliq gonna be the next sick thing.


I turn the swag off, grind on, go from con to ex-con.
Pull more ill than a Decepticon, the force with me is not strong.

It's just got my back when I'm down on a hustle.
Throwing down chips on a bet for a clean rebudle.


Legendary, hangman, swinging from a knotted rope.
Mouthing wishes while he chokes, speaking to the death kids.
Last hit of smoke pouring out from his mouth,

Shove the body in the morgue,
And put that !@$)got next to Deadmau5.
Bury a seed, pat it down with the grave dirt.

Severed hand in my trunk and some blood on my white shirt.

Walk into a liquor store, vomit all the bad %#@!, grab some 40s,

Out the door, while the owner cleans the mess (!#$*).
Slurring my words, sneaking in through your window.
Trash your living room and $#&@ with Kesha 'till you get home.


Creepin' out the backdoor, leave behind a drunk !@^%.
Catch me down the street?

I'll $#&@ing handle 'till you're on the floor.
Stopped when I cracked, slipped when I slapped.
All up on that beastly track?

Comprehend what I'm saying as if you could handle that.

I'm hellsent, vicious, $#&@ing drunk too.

Telling all the !@#%s in the room, I hate you.
I'm hellsent, vicious, $#&@ing drunk too.
Shotgun, Illuminati, looking for the truth.

I'm hellsent, vicious, $#&@ing drunk too.
Telling all the !@#%s in the world, I hate you.