Holy Ghost

Yea

Hit 'em with a liquid cannon switching up a different pattern

Weather so rigid they said and predicted it could tip the planet

Self inflicted damage

You feeling frantic a little panicked I'm still an addict

When it comes to rapping I'm in the booth like a padded room

I'm up in the addict

Yea my hoodie fabric made of woolly mammoth

I'm a bully savage

The systems crashing so we took advantage

Pushing way passed your rookie average

Get the bag I could hit the lab with no pen and pad