Term K- Titans Cypher by The Palmer Squares Lyrics

Dumbed down, don't know what happened
Young child once pulled a wagon
Now he, runs wild with a stolen handgun
Spun out, finna throw a tantrum
No one listens, no one answers
No assistance, better hope for ransom
Go the distance 'til his toe gets tagged up
Scolded lips from the molten magma
I'm spittin', switch it, her ass is twerkin'
Keep clappin' firmly 'til they ass is burgundy
Give a fuck not? Give up then
If you in a tough spot, finna puff pot
Hit the cess and keep spitting lethargy
A critic never gon' get the best of me
Get a grip on my dick and testes
We fist a bitch, give hysterectomies
Lucubrator, truth sayer
Whose suits are tailored by youth in labor
Tools of the trade, rules for the break-in
Amusing danger as human nature
Finna get the guap, the mula, the paper
Haters, do me a favor and kill yourselves
Clean as the Bill of Health
And I'm never gonna stop with the foolish behavior
The flow's supposed to turn tides into ocean
Poking your third eye, pryin' it open
Y'all been blinded by the ultra-violence
Stand falsified and fall divided, ugh
Get mauled by the jaws of a lion
Big paws with claws made of iron
Y'all provide him with a hearty diet
Pissed off? Hit pause, and cause a riot then