Digits

[Intro] [Verse 1: Godemis] I've been watching opera hopping up around in here Say whatever comes to mind it feels like I'm finna Rearrange your brain like I was Doctor Mindbender Dipping in the van that's got the little round window Why I'm up at this hour, I did it with a cup of joe Keep a couple mason jars, I think that's where the guts'll go Just because you paint your face you're not a fucking juggalo Cut off your tweetin fingers, cook 'em up in E-V-Double-O We are here to entertain Losers in the winner's lane People casting looks when I'm like "Dude I didn't get a chance" All I ever wanted was a shot and so I can't complain Cut us open plain and drew the inspiration from the pain This is black magic, faggot, you cannot carry the flame Hard to hold a candle standing in November Rain Satisfy the Deevil even still some sort of temper came Off hilter-kilter made his father fucking music strange [Hook: Info Gates (Godemis)] Well I am so high that I can finger fuck pigeons Point your finger at me, your finger's fucking missing (Man listen, mind your manners get back can you dig it? I'm a leave out this mother holding a bag full of digits) Well I am so high, finger-fuck a pigeon Point your finger at me, your finger's fucking missing (Man listen, micromanage get back can you dig it? I'm a leave out this mother holding a bag full of digits Dig it?) [Interlude: Info Gates] What cause you not Ces, fuck this guy, huh? Huh!? [Verse 2: Info Gates] I'm sipping liquor, sitting on this head of a decapitated rapper While I write another chapter that's full of murder and laughter I was last spotted (where?) At a hostel out in Berlin German women with turbans bringing me bourbons I'm secured inside, bulletproof curtains Wearing a shirt, "That's nice", it's made out of your skin I got a hungry dog at home that eats turd nuggets If I feed him fingers he eats them like "Sure fuck it" So watch where y'all be pointing those at, seeking see My family [?] at a stampede No plan-b That means Probably heading back to jail I don't really sweat it though, Gode says he's got the bail If not I flee the country, but first plant some evidence, (Where?) In the house of the ex-president's residence Hit a republican up with the right, throwing a left on the liberal Hit 'em like Pitbull Making it rain at his show Let's Go [Hook]