club 33

everyone wants to go

no one can get in. there's this thing called club 33

it's a really big deal

you can't get in no matter what

the only way to go there is if you pay this ridiculous fee

where

i mean it's a thousand dollars

like

like a hundred years and all this fucking shit

and eventually you gain access

2k to get in

ay

i'm a caterpillar turning into a butterfly

crazy baby with the butter knife singing lullabies

still holding on

hanging tough

writing all the time

hanging on like a koala bear that's overqualified

about to go postal

kill everyone like columbine

almost lost my fucking mind

had to fall in line

i'm a member of a secret society

but frequently i'm still a freak with anxiety

misguided angel just stays home

'cause good mcs are hard to find like pagers and payphones

mind's a lethal environment

i've got tunnel vision

now that the sun has risen

i have broken out of prison

king kong

rhyme spine tingling

make your skin crawl

'cause words keep bouncing 'round my head just like a pinball

multiples like when i hit multi-bolt

unassaultable

cuffing up a half a half a dozen

that's the cult involved

carrier of art from the heart with no barriers

libra-scorpio

a scorpio

a sagittarius

went from agitated scorpion in a solarium

anonymous piranhas adopting to new aquariums

yeah

mercy me

og like percee p

the beat's a grip but i might drop a verse for free

that's a gift i got from me

swift

so dinner on me

roll it up in a spliff and meet at club 33

another k

i don't play another bat tigon

touring like a bag of bomb

tag but i don't tagalong

another day

what's a goon to a goblin?

a king to a god

nah

a human to an atom bomb

no yellow lines

that's a road i could travel on

i spit it clear

ain't no track that i babble on

i watch for jake not jake one the babble-on

and ride the horse into the sun without a saddle on

i never fell above hell with the scavengers

choke a rapper 'til he blue mixed with lavender

i always try to be up front like collateral

while motherfucker try to play the back and act radical

that i prefer to spit at the judge and the jury

unleash the fury

i splash jewry from out the window of the jimmy'z wagon

i'll flex a muscle on hating ash

bury

bang the metal like a crash derby

the pen is my blade

to sharpen it i cut flesh to the bone

so chemical my stones is arsenic

the face carver

sit on a throne like arthur

pulling strings

no archer

leaving bums out in the cold without a north face sparker

i take vengeance

rev the race engines

diamonds dancing on dinner plated pendants

cut through the yellow ribbon and made an entrance

i played the benches

so many lines my code name is great adventures

yo

six flags

use your versace shirt as a dish rag

magic man

i'm digging in my trick bag

do you know what i have for you?

to enter club 33

a guest must press the buzzer on an intercom

concealed by a hidden panel at the doorway