Chorus - Rata-tat-tat tattered cape in the cadillac, loaded shotgun while I'm waving a battle axe/,
stole fire in defiance of the godz, stashed the heat, & supplied it to the mobs/
Rata-tat-tat tattered cape in the cadillac, going without sun better brace for an avalanche/, let the customers fiend it, watch em tear each other apart, while I snort the dust from a Phoenix/
I - Hired man brain chilling in a skillet, fried out my mind thoughts spilling to the ceiling/, Mind over matter, sublime with the chatter put the .9 to your abdomen & line up the hammer/ let the Whole grain, climb up the ladder from your spine thru the back of from behind out your eye as a lacrim/, Lord willing desecrate the mind of a chapel took a bite of infested rotted flies in the apple/ if you fly off the handle, your flight is a gamble launch projectiles specially designed to dismantle/, the Soul of a dead poet, while your door's deadbolted, I keep eyes on you like possessed portraits/, sitting on gold with my legs folded gun jammed push the envelope like distressed postmen/, incoming wave on my left shoulder breath sober drunk off the metal in the fresh molten/
Chorus - Rata-tat-tat tattered cape in the cadillac, loaded shotgun while I'm waving a battle axe/,
stole fire in defiance of the godz, stashed the heat, & supplied it to the mobs/
Rata-tat-tat tattered cape in the cadillac, going without sun better brace for an avalanche/, let the customers fiend it, watch em tear each other apart, while I snort the dust from a Phoenix/
Verse II - Bad blood from the bathtub splashed up accelerated pouring out the doors of the elevator/, a true sign that the wealthy rose, needle self-imposed, lethal injection but a healthy dose/ Hope I bite the dust early, God isn't trust worthy made of 70%, water yet I'm bloodthirsty/ starved for attention gas the breathers or they'll have to feed us, eat my words down em with a glass of acid reflux/, empty clips inside of packed arenas, the MP6 will sound the sirens for the deaf & lead em back to Jesus/, pull-out orchids from my backpocket, wow an orphan till I sell out of his organs on the black market/, vultures feasting on it's eaten carcass chased, by the eagle squawking I'll step to it's body & delete the contents/, I never asked to be born, yet I never questioned my place on this axis deformed/
Chorus - Rata-tat-tat tattered cape in the cadillac, loaded shotgun while I'm waving a battle axe/,
stole fire in defiance of the godz, stashed the heat, & supplied it to the mobs/
Rata-tat-tat tattered cape in the cadillac, going without sun better brace for an avalanche/, let the customers fiend it, watch em tear each other apart, while I snort the dust from a Phoenix/
