Play Dead

This is not good
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 Batshit, I'm batshit
 My ship's crashed, my zags zig
 I'm all whiplash in that black tent
 Black ash on my flag pan
 I go zip zap and y'all backspin
 Y'all spacecrafts call mayday
 I like tailspins when they backlit
 Cats scrambling for that safe space
 Plays defense around dead zones
 Next up to call explode
 Rest up, I go death punch
 Your reign's effed up you FO
 Stow episodes and all star maps
 To get veterans to bring barf bags
 Bring hellfire and little party hats
 For those parting ways with they tarmac
 Blast off and get waxed off
 These saboteurs are like pack dogs
 I might zoom off in they boomerang
 Line 'em up and they're illuminated
 Goes "ooh" and "ahh" and you too late
 We got a failure to communicate
 In my rearview's a little planet Earth
 And my calendar is straight doomsdays
 Fuel up and I steamroll
 You better moonwalk when I screen scroll
 I feed cats the ways to these gamma rays
 And my hands shake, it's all sleeper hold
 Ease in and get heave-ho'd
 With no easy mode and no foul play
 Bounty hunters get found out
 Power up or get outpaced
 Ease away to 3 A.M
 He found freedom in the mayhem
 Amen
 Amen
 Gimme a lost world to locate
 Get ghosted, walk or don't obey
 Okay
 Okay
 Time is not being a good friend
 Smoke is being a good bookend
 I'm no joke, I only go full send
 Don't poke at the purebred bull-head
 Dogfights that call for all fight songs
 Start crossing names off the flight log
 Might light cigars off the fireball
 We're well past any kind of dialogue
 Warfare and on warfare
 I like rocket fuel in my morning air
 I like red buttons under iron fists
 And my stunt double's like "I quit"
 The kid 360 all side eye
 And pluck wild geese from that twilight
 I go hyperspeed and can't drive for shit
 I just bob and weave when y'all skydive
 Lights blink and my screens glitch
 If I lose it all I ain't need the shit
 I call bombs away and turn mobs away
 You're all "die alone", I'm all "not today"
 We go eye for eye around pale moons
 Fighter pilots find Jesus
 I don't tread soft with that special sauce
 See you was better off in some mail room
 Dumb luck and no late pass
 I get gussied up and I gate crash
 And playing laser tag and plain stupid odds
 Tag my name on they fuselage
 Outlier in the main event
 I keep downsizing y'alls data set
 Infiltrators get checkmate
 It's maybe best to just play dead
 Ease away to 3 A.M
 He found freedom in the mayhem
 Amen
 Amen
 Safe and sound out the crash site
 Lifeforms been reduced to flatline
 That's right
 That's right