Your Money Sucks - aNTOJE, Samurai Outlaw

If you bet they’re working on pornography then I’m grey fucking

They gon' stuff em with this lyrical cocaine

When I flame inside us with acidic ruffians

Sit your emaciated ass down and grab a muffin

Cuz' possession of a feature film were your cousins are touchin' each other

And in that count, how many idiots have I murdered today

Logic, eight options, possibly call those cave

Couple bitches from my past smelling ass yesterday

While my fans who swore to God that I’ll never change

Well apparently I’m the future test for Kimbrly Park

When we wer personified a timeline I duplicate art

Come back from the future as all in effects so

Get the smog machine on cuz I’m walking on set

Been out the loop for a minute

How real

Tenfold ninjas in backyard, katana music

Shurikens to your membranes, an eye for an eye

Side for your side, blind for a color demise

Call them all lines, brothers in arms, family ties

Vanity cries, insanity from justice was mine

Turn this malfunctions formulate junctions from junks to punctions

Shoot it off with an AK, tracing dear Trey Trey

With a blue paper solely for blueprints

Salivate the trueness, active the ruthless nuisance from the booth

Spit with werewolves who transform

Facts long gone, the meaning behind every song is implosive

The dataset too explosive when I wrote this

I’mma shoot, yelling profane propane

And this other mother attempting to figure out why abortion was never discussed

Cuz maybe I would’ve had a chance if resistance was cuffed

The guy before my existence was thrown up into the devil’s nuts

Cuz life was deepthroating as a premise to have me here

Maybe it would’ve been easier if my parents were both queer (Faggot!)

But the cops were in love with the traffic instead of sending me here

Figuring out why Autumns leaves are on in the middle of the year (Bitch!)

Equinox, I rock the socks off of the eclipse

Solar power all when I’m starting to lose shit

Move princess’s makeup when I cum on her tits

Regret formulates as soon as my mind the sense of and the calm hits

Pistols to the temple in my hospital since

I never existed I’m just a ghost with a bottomless clip