Light locked, brightness and exposure
Canon caught Choronzon in the Trojan
We got photos on our phone, so we post ’em (post ’em)
In the Realm, in the Void, in the Zone, yeah (Zone)
God is Good, got this Goddess going so nuts (so nuts)
Ever since I left her coven and I ghosted
We turnt the divinations into slogans (slogans)
Turnt the product taglines into omens (omens)
Oh f#ck! In the motel room with Tommy Wisseau!
Had me throwing spoons up! (spoons up)
Doing magic tricks, manifesting Bentley trucks! (yeh!)
Baby, fake it ’till you make it, girl, it’s NXIVM..!
My boys N’SYNC in the Backstreet (backstreet)
I was sleeping in the backseat, trying to fall a-sleep (sleep)
Then I’m in the streets, spanging for the rackies
Why’d they try to stock a flock full of black sheep?
Vault Seven
Send ’em all up to strip mall heaven (mall heaven)
Yeah Yeah and we all reverends
Yeah one stop shop, we teach all lessons (all lessons)
Vault Seven (seven)
Send ’em all (yeah) up (ue) to (yeah)
Strip Mall Heaven
Yeah Yeah raw no edit
Gang stalk y’all’s heads, and I don’t pay rent
I keep it 7 7 7
Inception, ah – I Russian Roulette them
In the belly of the beast, I’m in the intestine
If it’s God’s plan, why go cheat on the test then?
I’m L 3 3 T tell my team “gg”
I sense tension in my mentions, grant it sweet release
Everytime I type a tretise, it’s definitive
I define the spines of beasts, I teach them how they breathe
Breathe out Breathe in (breathe, heathen) my angelic heathens (breathe)
Terabithia, on the bridge to total freedom (freedom)
Fighting reptilians, in a field, unfed and freezing
Poppin’ mense pills, cun-suming sacred s#men
Enlightened vagabonds, finding shelter ‘mong the sheeple (sheeple)
Military moles, ranks full of traitors and weasals (weasals)
3D Printed Faux Christ, built Eden with evil
Alchemical salvation made you some fetal people (that’s that on that)
Vault Seven
Send ’em all (yeah) up to strip mall heaven (mall heaven)
Yeah yeah and we All reverends
Yeah, one stop shop: we teach all lessons
Vault Seven (7)
Send ’em all (yeah) up (yeah) to (yeah)
Strip Mall Heaven (heuh!)
Yeah yeah raw No Edit
Gang stalk y’all’s heads, and I don’t pay rent
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