Charles Hamilton - 3pm lyrics

I ignite a fire to a
Bowl of Apple Jacks drive
Right inside the cold and grab a match having
A glass of Snapple
I grapple with facsimiles like facts
That are similar to me rap like a centipede
Half pint of Listerine black out
Of history for trying get
At every rhyme spit by me
Hock spit on milliseconds
Past get your shit together fast or
Never get cash having a blast
Blacking on serial killing i
Appear to be near
To the feeling of beer in a synagogue
My influence and your mind don't
Get along rhinestone cinema, cowboys
Listen up! How about
I deploy my choice of enema to
My enemies? When my trigger squeeze
Hope y n bleed (fill it in) and feel it
Indeed kill them for feeling
But not feeling me

Can you believe it? I just left 3 6
(look at the time) been a minute
But, I can and needed to beat a
Beetlejuice, being booted with The
Beatles blunts made
Of Euros, the root of evil
Steaming you can see a demon
Even when you're in
Prayer, living in mid-air dare superstition
To get scared sit prepared
Boldly stepping over boundaries nobody
Set but get what you forget and re-go over
Your ovary-collecting sound, baby making
Music straight abusing the cumulative
Stupidness excuse me
Miss? You better stop the
Screaming exorcise your demons, but let's try
To be decent no? Aight
Bet mic check! The mic tight I ain't
Start getting hype yet my guess? My
Words are too much to digest so why
Don't I not stop and rest?
Simple is the mission to riddle
The intuition of children
Building their credibility into
Their never-ability
Takes skill to stay still
And straight, yeah but
I make them break deals when
I make them say i know grab a blanket
Though so old and gangsta with my ancient
Flow you feel special because it seems
Scripted but my cereal is finished and I
Didn't mean to break the bowl