Can't Sleep Lyrics

Yeah

Return your mother fucking soul
before my next blunt gets rolled
i eat you mother fuckers whole
before the blood gets cold
truth be told you talk like you two years old
same shit you wanna hold like the purest of gold
when my rhyme begins everything on your mind ends
eat slime from the vines like vitamins
every message from allah's like medicine
everyone of them could purify the devils sins
fuckin' fool, you probably flunked preschool
we ain't equals, i ain't readable
you're one step above your own mother feeding you
unbelievable, dumb enough to be illegal
you couldn't get this high without a fucking needle
and a fucking supply to fry three people
motherfuckers deserve they ugly ass heads hung
only good fucking devils are dead ones

[chorus]
i got nothing but hate for you fakes that be all in my face
for your snakes that's invadin' my space
nothin's ever gonna ease my head except seeing you dead
can't sleep 'till you niggas is dead
there's nothing but hate for you fakes that be all in my face
jealous niggas be wantin' my place
and i won't eat untill you mother fuckers is dead
can't sleep 'till you niggas is dead

I'm busting right out the creases fuck your white jesus
you're blinded by the light of deceivers and disbelievers
the real truth right in front of you
i am everyone and none of you, i gave my only begotten son to you
return to earth as a person
only to see you mouth snickers running from the serpent
blind and dumb, i'll rhyme 'till the devils rule is done
allah see's a liar and a fool as one
raise the holy flag, place me near the presidents craft
i'll be riding to iran with his head in a bag
niggas know it's all until you dead and done with
the head's hunted, 'till i'm signing your death warrant
holding myself down on the black side
yall stay on that side, i'm a piece of god magnified
fucking truth, never needs to be advertised
you could learn fucking that [?]

[chorus]

The power that i hold in my hand could fold a frying pan
the air and sand do as i command
and if i want the night to last acrossed the sky mass
the clouds won't even allow light to pass
my crew keep alien roots inside glass
fold trees, and dutch masks, flu [?]
a must have like my dagger and cloak
and red streaks of blood on my white lab coat
a virgins first vote, to have her pole
she crept over to my crib after church broke
since, we ain't spoke, but i hit it dumb ways
the unsaved, some days i don't bathe
unphased by the light, scorching flame
tears form from the ice drippin' off your brain
even if you cry it won't soften the pain
your heart is dead, you should go and get your coffin framed

[chorus x 2]