I’m on a prophetic mission, and it’s serious

Directly measurable in the results in the future of fulfillment

You would think that requires a steady hand, sharp eye through a scope, and target

But what happens when you can’t miss

Verse 1

Sh!t... No strategy, strict protocol, or technique

The vet seek is seen waiving the scan list

The only means and measurement is mayhem 

on the straight play of when the Day Him 

of Ancient had told me I can't miss

So Jupiter bullseyeing the ant piss

with a scattered braille satellite 

Pass a hand through a regular fan twist

Cooling off my forehead with a nuclear warhead

Host the foreign affairs summit on a preschool campus

My shot and spice went steph curry

I went back to sleeping at the height of a let's hurry

And if I’m ever seen assisting the philistines I told em 

suspect identification photos are best blurry, then wipe my vision 

I’m better blinded to arrive at precise of vision 

Most scared of the shit that’ll land em life in prison

And seem pretty sad about accidents and act as if it's a loss

But “fuck, if i did, it was the right decision 16

The me and a meander, I was caught clack clacking the shackles at a freelander

Then broke the chains with my bare hands on a son of Samson ranting 

How’s that for a decree of my candor, and brand 20

And now my fuck donations are at all-time low

Add me to the list of my sister’s favorite crime shows

The way my mind goes, I’m speeding right through a red light

Getting head right there in the front seat 24 eating bunny bread and a lunch meat
With light mayo and only two tomatoes as a way to mix discreet with a blunt feat

Max victory at the fact of a mishap

Pitching a fitting at the acts of wrist slap

Twisting a ships cap for a sail to cause chaos

Position a dispatch and dispensing of falls layoff 

Let my lady bid me a hand job and place a band betting on the odds that I'll stay soft

[I think you get it]

Hook

Since I'm never missing target

my archery is random what the fuck imma aim for

I mastered the haphazard at a sure guess 

Cuz Judas proved a sweet kiss can be a punch in My Pancreas

Verse 2

So don't thank me, fishing you're welcome

I framed the roasting of the growing pains and you felt em

Unlimited life hope like smoking a pipe on a tight rope 

pleading the 5th of booze with axle grease on my shoes 

Fuck it! Let's turn a cartwheel and flip to the tip of a dart in bucket

Poured out as a digital art of diminish

Cuz a start is as good as a finish

made the scatter and dissolve the better part of replenish 12+

Entertain the incredible notion

Eating God’s daughter’s ass with an edible lotion, I second the motion

A salted-caramel derelict, with here and there-a-lick

No comparison, cherishing the coaching approach

student-principal privilege…. flashing a hall pass at a sub 

super unintended means to haul ass at a rub

Pointing to a rancid fist of rawness 

Balled up and balancing the lawless with the flawless [GRUB]

Perfection cooked from a hostile destruction

A deep black holy bean and sweet sauce reduction

The Prophet with his thumbtack pinned to a box spring

Made spiritual swag seem a criminal cock swing

Hook

Since I'm never missing target

my archery is random what the fuck imma aim for

I mastered the haphazard at a sure guess 

Cuz Judas proved a sweet kiss can be a punch in My Pancreas 

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