Absinthe

[Intro]
Iblical babicale
Uh, uh

[Verse]
Sunny all day, but it's negative eleven
I severed several connections that led to me feeling lesser
I guess that I always measure the temperature by the weather
Whether or not Ra is high on bass like a tenor
It's the bread collector
Baked in your cellar
I don't buy it
Do with more pleasure
Watch the temper
You're gеtting hotter than peppers, no Gwеnyth
You got a check, mate? Send it to the teller
It's me on the beat, so I had to pick the mic up
Except every time I do they ask me why I messed my life up
But with these Supreme Dunks, your queen bee in a funk
Believe me, seems I'm GT3 and you're a bus
I had to tell my mama I'm sick so I could vomit on this
No time for politics, I'm already on top of this
Watch them gossip like and Op-Ed columnist
No moshing at my shows, they're just bobbing in a comical sense
I'm hella nice, I don't respect your right to set the price
You're better off to bet on dice or lecture for a lesser slice
Now I smell a fight, Worldstar televised
My girl start compelling me to settle it all civilized
Raps are cellophane, propelled by tales of yellow pages
Seldom but a fellow more mellow than Cruella's Dalmatians
With a taste for stacked dinner plates with no reservations
But a king can't eat without his entertainment
A damned man tripping off the absinthe
Patted down, skipped town, and I ain't seen his ass since
Brags plastic, I'm glad that I live average
But lit cabbage manages to lift me to a sick palace
Change the channel, it's nothing but a mixed bag
Of static syntax and bad apples with little cactuses
Toe-tagged talentless paladins with a calloused grip on reality
Here to cause a reaction, I'm called CATALYST