This Shit Can't Be Real

[Verse 1: Slug Christ] Killin them, killin them Killin them, black mask death Krillin them, destructo disk to the neck Gifted with options I pull out the sausage and bitches begin to beg Woah Tell the basic ones sorry I'm gay But keep the 8 plusses in fucking rotate Piss on a canvas and sell it for a k Cop a zip from Silk and use the rest for Ye Scream for your bitch as my sword hits your neck Just beheaded this fuck boy No sweat Ultima Weapon on deck Unleash that Omnislash on to your set Bet Cut 'em Fucked like a whore on the back of a yacht When This finger keeps popping the brains out your noggin I swear that I'm sorry, you left me no option But there's always answers for problems I swear to god there's got to be another way (fuck 12) I can't exist in this realm my vibes are losing grace (sipping while killing) Roll up the trees before slug loses peace Transcending space looking for something free Eternity will fulfill my Needs The cycle will cycle and death will then breed [Hook: Slug Christ] I swear to god I'm dreaming this shit can't be real To achieve a state of ascended enlightenment through extreme periods of Isolation I SWEAR TO GOD IM DREAMING THIS SHIT CANT BE REAL This shit can't be real