The Palmer Squares - Goodbye lyrics

Now we continue the story Yo, I want my jersey in the rafters I wanna blurt a bad word and curse at other rappers I'll turn a living person to cadaver Meet the mercenary bursting out with laughter at a worsening disaster I been working magic Yo my verbiage enamors those who yearn for satisfaction Circle the Earth, I'm otherworldly with the racket We eternally inhabit every surface on the planet I can't stand it Up early runnin' gamuts Converting our combatants with impervious semantics Burgle a suburban and I'm swerving into traffic Hurdy-gurdy man, you haven't heard I'm from Atlantis Made a few bold statements Act upon 'em rarely Vagabond of sorts I sport a stack of rhymes, clearly Demons in the shot gla**, fog-casted outcast Get broadcasted from abroad shoulders, not a podcast God's giving out some odd tasks Nights squander my potential Day ponder existential I'd read more if I drank less Bowser said an hour and I'm pissy at the banquet Sloppy as the hand that I paint with Portrait was a scholar entertained for hours in a college shirt Most days on the calendar the caliber of the vocab's Excalibur Calibrate my life story Caved in a allegory Bathed in the fountain Baby-faced but it's drowning in the excess An an*lyst between two exits Exited through the entrance, all I want is some rhythm Walking like an Egyptian, stark white with a vengeance The sorcerer's apprentice Born to be the best Every morning telling stories like I'm Forrest on the bench Meritorious Normally too ornery to rest Got the glory of a warrior, recording in a trench Best believe they all for saving Chicago Unless it means cooperating with five-o on occasion How can you blame 'em though They mimic the Gestapo, so militant and macho I thought so Flow god with the god flow Pages from the gospel, the patron saint of sanchos Your bae is my apostle, just don't forget apostrophes Been spittin' that colostomy, go twitter my philosophy Honestly That's just a sample of what's yet to come I'm off of Xanny and a gla** full of expensive rum So pull a piece and call me Annie when I get your gun Public enemy it's like my uzi weighs a metric ton What it do has it been done to d**h What you call a movement is a double step My crew don't get enough respect Cut a check Say this rap sh** is cut-throat f** no, this rap sh** is McCluskey's neck White boy call him Wonder Bread Can't dance so he beat his own drum instead I wrote this solely to show soul So show me a broke mold I told you I don't know Oh The soberist isn't sober We broke and we gettin' broker I'm broke, need to get a broker, fa sho The phoniest of the phony You lonely and getting lonelier Nobody finna show up to your funeral You growing old in a cubicle Hold your own or you'll soon be no mo like a Roman numeral Fear that you alone Wolf, either you hear it or you don't You can either be a spirit or a ghost