Sand in a Bottle Video (MV)

Doom canal!

Alright, check it
You know
Doom canal in the house
You know, only 1 half
But we could still splash

I said
I'm chillin wit Osama
I'm trillin wit Obama
I'm in the mountains wit the llamas
And I'm trynna start some drama
Wit my baseball bat
Call it blunt force trauma
Afterwards, I'm trynna kick it in the Bahamas
Wit ya baby's mama
Havin her make me a lasagna
Sucking on my dick
And the way I'm cumming on this beat is so atomic
And I ain't pausing for shit
Like f*ck a comma
I do this for fun
But don't call me a comic
I'm a comet
I'm an asteroid
Cuz I destroy shit
I deploy shit
I talk shit
And when I pull the trigger
You gonna take a shit
You lil bitch
You lil piece of shit
You worthless
You nasty
You wack cuz
You like a faded black tee
Get the f*ck away from me wit ya lame ass rhymes
Your faggot fan base & silly excuse for a hairline
Everything I say is universal
It's unisex
It's aimed at whoever don't want it
Straight at ya head
I only take naps
I don't go to bed
I sit down in the shower
It's where I meditate
It's where I think about my next victim
And the title of my next track
That I'll shit on after I urinate
My thoughts are crazy bruh
All over the place
Sunny wit a chance of meatballs
Smacking you in the face
Landing on your dinner plate
Eat this shit like it's your last meal
Last step you'll ever take is when you front on the Canal
Slipping into a pool of your daily sorrow
Looking for a better tomorrow
Satan worshiping lame wit a gun
But it ain't columbine
Just a crazy white boy
Killin everyone in his free time
Humanity, you're so lame
You trippin over bitches
I'm trippin over land mines
Existence is futile
His hers yours & mine
Asses up
Suicide