Omen lyrics

by

Flying Lotus


[Verse 1:]
Got me greedy as f*ck, like my initials are I.R.S

f*ck you conscience I dare you to talk sh*t again

I'll pop you like balloon n*ggas taking supplements

I'll have your place next to f*cking Kanye in the wet cement

Cut the flame on it cut the time by 10 percent

Let it f*cking dry, watch Whitney cry

Because her high never came down

Looking like aborted fetuses in an ultrasound

What the f*ck you gone say now?

I don't give two f*cks, yea Imma dip b*tch

Gone with the wind like. skin cells to your leprosy

Got em' long faced like Triple H did the pedigree

Got em' roasted like the feels of f*cking mustard gas. Instead of me

Maybe I'm in hell and I'm f*cking Hitler's dad

Karmaloop

Shoot some bullets at me while I'm launching nukes

Look at these knees Not the bees I'll f*cking slaughter you

[Sample:]
Not the bees!

[Verse 2:]
Light a fire up my ass I'm the f*cking wicker man

And another Burning man

So tell me who's greater than

I'm the known El Capitan

Not a Murphy could be sicker then

Not even earth-bound

I'm the man behind the breeding ground

Dancing round sh*t. like I'm Mr. Six. and I invented sound

Causing riffs in time like Slash with eight arms and a couple mouths

Peep some rappers famous sucking di*k like they need a crown

I go toe to toe disintegrate your face and run for more

Even Mj's nose knows when he prays for

f*ck the help not even death could f*cking stop me

Got me burning senseis like a handful of wasabi

I'll make another f*ckin storm like the Phoenix couldn't bother me

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