A. R. Booth - Mushrooms

Psilocybin, Nagasaki or Hiroshima, Shiitake
I be driving kamikaze, my bimmer whipping is choppy
I got sober when Yams died, shout to the Mob and Rocky
I'm still out my goddamn mind, normalcy is beyond me
I was a vagabond and my family's happy that Andy's home
Now I'm Super Fly TNT, Guns of the Navarone
Look, I'm Nicky Santoro with the pen
I don't write shit, I just kill shit, and I'm thorough to the end
You hear that Frankie
I'm not motivated by death because I don't fear tha, frankly
Actually I'm kind of curious what the afterlife has for me
Is it blasphemy to wish for a nap and a nip of Jackie D
Whatever man bang your stainless
I ain't scared of shit, I'm fearless because shit ain't so serious
Nah, look, I'm peerless, I'm Van Gogh earless
Look, I don't think you motherfuckers hear this

Boothy don't fuck around when he pulling that beam up
Came from the bottom and look at how he clean up
Step into the booth and he blow the whole fucking scene up
I'm a mushroom-cloud-laying motherfucker, motherfucker

Look, I ain't necessarily power-hungry
But I'm more interested in power than money, subtly
Because the money come and the money go unless you make it up and grow
It's nothing, it's a puff of smoke, an empty cup of rum and coke
You're broke and look, I'd rather one listener get the chills
Than me get that listener's couple dollar bills, for real
And realistically I'll never be a pauper
The B&B Syndicate is mobbed up proper
And the difference between us and Barksdale and Bell
Is that Boothman and Butler use a different kind of scale
We traffic in a different kind of dope
Yeah he's a chemist with the instruments, I'm wizard with the quotes
And yeah, El Blanco es El Magico, a mystery to most
And listen, you don't really see me, homes, your vision is a hoax
It's all a colossal hallucination
Ain't nobody see shit, right, that's the truest statement, like

Written by:
Andrew Booth

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