The Kosmos Pt. 6 - Life on Another Planet

This ain't rap, call it carpentry

Blade sharp enough to cut carpet

I'm sticking to the paper, no cupcakes, I'm awkward

Leave 'em all in awe and all in all it went well

Tylenol for the swelling, Midol

You butter soft rappers fucking with a DeWalt

Miter saw, you might have saw me on the bulletin

Bullet fragments, metallic pieces in my thesis

Ultraviolet rays, Riesling, private beaches

We extra violent, rush ya like Moscow

The scowl on my face no scare tactic

Warning, I'm warming up some leftovers

I'm Jeffrey Dahmer, my apartment gotta step over

Some body parts scattered, careers here and there

The dream shatterer, popping like Adderall

Parallel parking, stay in shape like a parallelogram

Hella sharpened, hoes throughout the spectrum

Prefer my liquor darkened, bitches obey me like a collie

No flea collar, ready for the melancholy

I'm jotting down the downtrodden, rotten ridicule

The rouge ruthness, rapper niggas miniscule

No comparison, I stay strapped, my advantage

Flipping like bamboo, that ain't the same sandwich

I'm King Wilbur with mine when I combine minds with the alchemist

Burning like turpentine, no sacrilege, true religion