Shooting Gallery - WILDCARD

Yo it’s monumental my confidence’s confidential like monstrous

Constance continents stomping upon My mental

My mom was a mom who’s gentle my pops was a common criminal

Bring drama to songs more common than bombing Islamic temples

I’m ominous on the mental phenomenal prominence

Who I’m stompin' you non-responsive incompetent (???)

So bonkers I pawn (??) professional and I’m cool

But I got G in my center similar to Masonic symbols

All of a sudden I’m hearin' this Hip Hop shit, I’m hearin' this Rap shit,

I’m hearin' this Gangster crap -- No, no, I’m sorry, to me that’s not music

Check it -- I’m 'bout to tattoo The Mark of the Beast and start an allegiance

with demons harvestin' weed in the Garden of Eden

My squad is the reason y’all pick up and leave

Cause you know Wildcard got a trick up his sleeve

Best believe I’m the same cat who had a Starter Jacket with his pocket full of

spray caps and magic markers

I only came back to sabotage you with something DJ’s can burn like the plane

crash with Travis Barker

I’m the truth y’all are fictitious

I’m Sid Vicious, only fuck dimes so I trip sixes

I’m sick with this, you should know my steeze

Got hoes blowin' me 'till both their knees got (bone) disease (?)

I go overseas gettin' bitches horny

Got 'em stuck to the pole like Flick’s tongue in A Christmas Story

Fuck the glory, got a new mentality

Turn the spot into a shooting gallery to boost my salary

You know when music was -- romantic, and meant something to somebody.

Not put the cap in the cop’s head or bend over bitch I’ll fuck you up your ass