streakin across the firmament, rainin down straight hellfire, opps thought I was the fuckin morningstar
they thought they could stop an angel, I'm back
the bull of heaven tried to slime me out, I turned that motherfucker into a chopped cheese with extra onions and some fuckin tabasco
I really did this
we smoking babylonian hanging garden-grown holy radiant pack
we smoking the tree of knowledge
we smoking ancient egyptian lettuce, typa shit that had set contending with horus, sprinkled with keef from ramses' fuckin nutsack
my tower of babel had her speakin in tongues
she call me atlas cause I sent her soul sky-high and just fuckin shrugged
told shawty not to look back when I was givin her backshots, had to turn her ass to a pillar of salt
shawty chose to be with an angel sounds like her problem to me

















