Basically, I’m saying I spit it with a sort of magical sense to my words, and asking if any sort of witch (such as the wicked, Wiccan kind) could possibly cast magic as well as I do through my words

I’m saying I’m possessed by the devil, and asking to be exorcised, which is what happens in this film:

We’re getting drunk off gin, and doing stupid drunk shit, until we literally drink ourselves into comas. whoop whoop

Tbh the most influential album on my music

Theoretically, people would quit when they heard this shit ‘cuz they’re so demoralized

Kind of saying my words are magic, as Merlin was a wizard.

Cockapoos are a really gay dog, and they’re not even half as fairy (homo) as this guy I’m talking about, who brags of guns he doesn’t even have

That lil dude is so cute

I’d like to think my crazy, lunatic-esque music moves kids and gets people to light up

When I come in, with my jewelry shining, all the wannabes get duped (tricked, bamboozled) by me.

I’m just putting out music and shit (on the grind) with the use of my insane, murderous brain.