Tabs, Coal Cash - Quantum Leap (Cycles To Gehenna Freestyle) lyrics

Hatch the ghost from your shell
With the most spells known to melt face
Sippin’ on star lava
Spit bars hotter than hell’s gate
The shell makes a gaping hole
Bodies vacant of soul roll you in a carpet
Bury your carcass in basements to stow
Below foundation when you face
Him tell Satan hello
Your hoe gets salutations, of
Fuck her face in, word to ace in the hole
Got no nation
A viking horde the world will fall before me
So call me the lord
You swing a sword like a girl with Palsy
All exalt me or fall faulty
Suck my balls they’re salty
Assault spree charge ensue
If they ask who? tell him Roger Daltrey
My catapults free a barrage
You couldn’t dodge accosting


Of course we sabotage
Call me Oz I am a god of sorcery
Watch me force feed a dick
To your bitch's butthole a cold disposition
The apparition of Tristan Ludlow
The blood flows a jokulhaups
A nuts so to nuke your troops
Execute these fucks
My style erupts like a Bazooka Tooth
Salute the truth
You bigshot I make the cannon shatter
Cadaver from graveyards raising the bars
Like a salmon ladder
My patterns gather a new revival to dilemma
Dismember pretender disciples when I
Cycle to Gehenna
The epicenter inventor when I
Demonstrate with this hate
Quaking to make the world remember
The energy state I emanate
Inseminate to shape it better
An every endeavor I make is great
While I innovate, what you could never
To devastate what you create

Tabs, the leader
Quantum leaped into a planet eater
After a glass of ether
Acid tabs and a massive bag of reefer
Thoughts pass across my synapse so fast
It could surpass a cheetah
In a mad dash after a pack of zebras
Trapped inside my mind my
Thoughts have cabin fever a balanced libra
Smash the beaver of some
Diva ass bashing Easter
In a Nascar speedster
My seat ain’t fastened either
Blasting heaters after basking in a
Bath of mad tequila
You see through ass about as potent
As a half a zima smoking so many opponents
I’m choking from the emphysema
I feel like I’m half asleep
In the land of dreamers, grand redeemer
Who came to remove the
Stain like Stanley Steamer
Fighting all them nightmares that
Appear as real
Wielding steel sharp enough that it
Will peel through shields
Pedal to the floor, ignoring the fear I feel
Grip so tight I leave fingerprint
Impressions on the steering wheel
Don’t get me wild
I chew through nails like a pedi-file
Then go and take the head of a pedophile
I made the Devil smile
‘cause I’m going to Hell in style
On an Orange-County Chopper, Gehenna cycle
I got a special with a red dot, fuck
A vest I’m posing for the camera
So I’m sending head shots
Looking like the Ghost Rider when I
Blow by the rest stop fuck your fleet
We run these streets like Fred in Bedrock

And it’s all systems go
Pedal to the floor as if y'all didn’t know
And it’s full speed ahead
‘bout to change the globe
That’s why my foes need me dead

Strained by the crosses we tow
Demons feed off on every
Corpse that they grow
They eatin’ off of your souls
Pained by the losses we hold
With every thought we were told forced us
To loathe until we’re lost and alone
Chains that have brought us below
And all the talk we uphold molds cohorts
Or draws more forks in the road
Stained by the loss of control
We’re too remorseless to bode or for a cost
We beat the horse till it’s low
Flames that’ll scorch all we grow
To blowtorch our supports until it warps and
Burnt the fort till it’s smoke
Claimed that we offered them hope
Told them in water you can
Choke, so tryna float
Then threw em off of the boat
No gain for the fortune we know
Instead of shame for the abortion were pro
No need for coffins below
Estranged in an orphanage home
Profanely fostered to a moan
They lead the child to a pedophile’s throne
Bread and defiled by Rome
Warlocks get blown over bones
Catching dome in Vatican catacombs
Pagan maiden, mother and crone
Witches are aided by an ancient unknown
As Carl Sagan had shown
Illumination occupation of home
Indoctrination, Freemasons of stone
Building Lord Satan a home
Creation a whole nation of clones
We’ve grown and prone to succubus
Homunculus promised a wondrous tone

Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa, chill
What the fuck are you doin’ bro?
This is my mixtape this is
Not the Coal mixtape
(This is mine, this is my show)
When we have the Coal mixtape you
Can go off, ‘cause right now
You’re just trying to make me look bad
(Now you’re just showing off)
And I don’t appreciate it, one, bit