Hundred years later blow dust off my book
Hundred fears later not one that it took
Hundred tears later now i can’t even look
Hunt the deer in the headlights right now with the hook

I’m an antisocial worker
Waiting for the company in my head to have a merger
But right just smashing a triple stack burger
While a vegan convicts me of three different murders
Just sing for me, dont give me any flack Roberta 
You out my league but still curve ya like Koufax 
That’s a cold fact from Baghdad 
Author of his own toetag
I hope there’s never post-rap
Ghosts tap on the windowsill 
My pen so ill, my don’t chill
My kinfolk spill when life cuts me
I’m benzo chill when life loves me
Put it in my will when life fucks me
Make limbo trill, nah i just fuck myself
My sins don’t heal, luck’s on the shelf
For some, it’s grim but it’s real
Stuck in a cell, my friends can’t fill
The hole inside no one else left but you
But the best ain’t through for me
Well, at least hopefully

Hundred years later blow dust off my book
Hundred fears later not one that it took
Hundred tears later now i can’t even look
Hunt the deer in the headlights right now with the hook

I daydream across the street from Cheesecake
Tell me how that grease tastes for Pete’s sake
To save Peach first gotta reach Bowser 
He can’t defeat my powers 
Then i’ll throw at her feet flowers
Get the deed to the tower
With sharp teeth, greed devours
But right now i just really need a shower
I just really need an hour
To tell you who i really am
But showing takes longer
I think that’s love honest
What’s Love when you never even show at my shows
Shout out Fredd C and Devine 
They deadly on beats but nobody got a mind like mine
Find a mime to find the time to act it out for you
Give a quarter ass effort then say That’ll do
Old school like yabba dabba do
Doin’ dabs with the crew
But Baghdad comin through with the new
Y’all best to follow suit
Open these bars so before the bar close I’m already loose
Fortune cookie rappers soundin hollow in the booth
From yesterday’s fiction we write tomorrow’s truth 

Hundred years later blow dust off my book
Hundred fears later not one that it took
Hundred tears later now i can’t even look
The words smeared on paper but the work never shook