Pour Some Blood, We Got This

I don't use my verses to sell shit
 Cat's talk to me, I smell shit
 Bullshit
 I be at the pulpit
 Acting the culprit
 Cats need to go in
 Or get insulted
 This is Steve Sanz and Boy Sand, put your hands up like a Vulcan
 Or stay home
 Alone
 Culkin
 I am so inappropriate
 I had a palm reader take a look at my palm print
 She told me "papa, don't be so pompous"
 I said "BIIIITTTTTCHHHHHHHH
 Careful when you talk to the Godsend"
 Then she tried to pull on my drawstring
 But you ain't heard that from me, I ain't one to gossip
 I DO WHATEVER I WANT
 I ain't got wandering eyes
 The only I wandering is I
 You know I got you open, say "ahhhhhh"
 Been focused folks since I was yea high
 Much prefer the natural to yay high
 Promoters drop at least three stacks
 Heyyyyyy Yaaaaaaa
 I pick outfits at random
 I hold outfits for ransom
 Until name brand bandwagons abandoned
 I don't blah blah on your bandwidth
 I ain't blabbering what I brandish
 I get the notion that these bastards
 Type to be like, "put the lotion in the basket"
 Gimme 8 feet money, arachnid
 You're such an embarrassment
 I DO WHATEVER I WANT
 I don't get starstruck
 But let a star start something, you'll see a star struck
 You'll see a star snuffed
 But screw killing like starring in snuff
 Won't bite, starving and stuff
 Up all night, stars and stuff
 Head, butt, Starks and stuff
 Many chumps might scowl but towels get chucked
 When ish get's foul like geese and ducks
 Peace and love
 The truth is that cross means crux
 The truth is of course that cross means plus
 Got it all sewn up
 Shit is so nuts