Lightspeed

Now the only time I've needed to sit down with people
Is when they try to flaunt and threaten up on the steeple
With their steel-toed boots
And their gold coin roots
Oblivious to millions as they shut down civilians

Eyeing down paved streets and sweet treats
As my heartbeat bounces to the rhythm of an athlete
Upbeat as a track meet, faster then a deer hit with a truck
Sliding down the concrete

In the Jaguar with my star fleet
Got the crowbar in the trunk while I'm tryna' get your ass beat
Nah I'm just kidding man, I wouldn't hurt a fly
Except the fuck who wrote this song, hope you fucking die

Dynamite in the bag, burning down the house