Lyrics to Pack Mule

[Verse]

I'm only fronting, just stunting

No knowing me or how to stump me

I'm stamped with sparks already

False flagging and my engine barking

I sewed my fucking nails shut

Half a gallon of lighter fluid pouring in my crippled guts

Swishing around, I'm combustible

And still ritual

Bow before your Tha-Tha, mortal

I'm getting bored of shooting storm-holes

With no snow to melt my issues

Your message reads "I miss you"

I'm sorry but you're screwed

Where's the taxi on track, B?

I'm hitching your bitch and

No scripture just a sculpture with vultures

Pecking out my culture

Immortal turtles

I'm still curbed, though

Yuh

Post my ribs neat

By ribs beat

No rib meat

Just rib sweet

So sinfully

Phoning and boning any bitch that tries to cross with me

Cross bleeding

Cross needing

A new cross stitching

Try me, I'm needing a new buddy

In the mud be a stumbling little crumbling building

Sipping your defeat by default, I'm stuck on victory

No call, just bittersweet

Snipping crawl

Can and fan me

At the hall

Bury polo

Stealing photos

Creaking window

Cherry blow blow

Share the coco

Casket cake, no?

Just a clear woe, yuh