Slam, pop, once ya heard the third knock, As he exits the casket, they still locked in the bird box, Been given a condition that he can’t understand it seems, A mix of rhythmic addiction and a case of lycanthropy, We starring on red carpets woven with the blood of rivals, Your final moments close in when my canines hit ya vitals, Practically primal, unchanged, in original form, Kryptonite known as the kid who hit em and didn’t warn, Bit and tore, death roll, smoking when shit get cold, Eskimo, wolf prowling near abodes and on metronomes, Raps sometimes reading like ancient hieroglyphics etched in stones, Wrapping this up cause I mummify tracks resurrecting flows, Thought wrong, sickest since he hopped on An instrumental, wasn't one to settle for them pop songs, Locked on, spat it at em, motherfuckers locked jaws, Cooking like a crockpot, worth the wait, don't complain, dawg, Kicking up clouds of dust, the freshest for you to digest, "What's his next move?" Unpredictable, couldn't try to guess, Violence, never the answer, but cats should stop shit, Cause one dumb move, then it's moving into an option, (chorus) Straight from the depths of space, dent the page, And you not fucking with the kryptids, have to alienate, Alien ways, alien phrases get the place awake, We take the cake, resisting? then we break ya face, Straight descendants of Transylvanian legends, Resting place is in the page where your names indented, Won't waste a second on doing dealings with the subpar, Treat me like a Xan addict, "Carter, that's enough bars," Rough start, fumbled hard, returned Holding a joint in my lips and fresh bars to spurt, My strings held by seperate entities controlling from beyond, The spirits of rap's past grasping my pen and holding on, Centuries ahead of these other crackers recipes, Always fuck up the process, y'all shouldn't be let on any beat, Credit me, don’t ever be testing me, Having em bastards go and eat shit, human centipede, Sticking, nicotine patch, addicted to a listen, Pressing play button rushing in dopamine when you hitting, Bitch, submitting's your assignment, giving in to demands, i'm a magician with them mushrooms, I ain't switching my hands, There ain't no tricking ya mans, I've been committing to plans, So when I'm rich and famous, i won't act like shit wasn't planned, I'm kidding, I'm playing, although I know I'm amazing, Ayo, I'll take the verse you wrote, won't hesitate in erasing, (chorus) Straight from the depths of space, dent the page, And you not fucking with the kryptids, have to alienate, Alien ways, alien phrases get the place awake, We take the cake, resisting? then we break ya face, Straight descendants of Transylvanian legends, Resting place is in the page where your names indented, Won't waste a second on doing dealings with the subpar, Treat me like a Xan addict, "Carter, that's enough bars,"