Echo

All, around, the world, there's an echo
 As, he takes, a bow, and they all know
 All the girls, the boys, they chase the noise
 Through the highs and through the lows
 They will follow the echo, echo, echo, echo
 It seems like no matter what I do
 I just can't get away from them. (Get away from what?) The voices
 I can hear 'em calling calling calling calling call-ing...
 I eat rappers, with the rhyme, consume them
 The only fucking thing that you consume is time, I'm super human
 My world is like a Rubik's Cube, it's too complex girl
 You assuming, cupids looming, my mentality's caveman stupid woman
 My life is Truman show, all I have is music, ho
 I stopped chasing every chick under the sun many moons ago, so pretend my dick is a balloon and blow
 But you better put a fork in it if you think I'ma lay here just spooning, yo
 Oh, you think you the shit cause I just said you was beautiful
 Diabolical to my last molecule, down to my last hair follicle and cuticle
 Rotten to the core to the bone cold all the way down to my soul from my head to my toe
 Ever since I was 13 I learned how to sew and sewed shut my own bootyhole
 Cause I ain't took no shit since I looked down to my nuts and saw my first pubic grow
 I told these stupid hoes when I come back I'ma set this bitch on fire!
 And this time I don't mean I'mma pour gasoline on some chick and light her
 Cause this time when I fuck this world I'ma put the whole goddamn dick inside her
 I ain't even put my tip in that hole yet, I'mma go get Nickel and try to rip it wider
 All, around, the world, there's an echo
 As, he takes, a bow, and they all know
 All the girls, the boys, they chase the noise
 Through the highs and through the lows
 They will follow the echo, echo, echo, echo
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 Shh! Did you hear that?
 I thought somebody just said something
 Is there anybody there?
 Classical poems, battle my own demons, I need a glass of Patron
 Bad as I need a horn stabbing my clavicle bone, I'm matador prone
 First time I seen a desert eagle I was letting the .44 buss, the .44 pop
 The first time you seen one, you was eating coco puffs, looking at Robocop
 I am not a man, I'm a logo, I'm a such thang
 In order to clean my veins you need Saleen, I'm never referring to the solution, I'm talking about more like the Mustang
 Vroom! Get respect from the get-go, hello! Step to the echo, echo, echo
 Pen got a mind of its own, got to write my rhymes with a timer
 Otherwise I'll probably vibe out to a nine minute song
 As the echo follows the Maserati, as the petrol swallows
 I'm a thousand bodies away from a skeleton, check your Bible inside it
 It'll say this guy's an elephant, I'm fly like I'm killing the scene like
 I'm a villain with wings, I'll sleep when I'm 6 feet deep
 Right now I'm living a dream, though we may be reckless
 The ladies check us, they whisper Shady Records, baby echo!
 All, around, the world, there's an echo
 As, he takes, a bow, and they all know
 All the girls, the boys, they chase the noise
 Through the highs and through the lows
 ♪
 They will follow the echo, echo, echo, echo