Nuclear - Rehab

Kennedy aborted lives, Zapruder eight millimeter

Front, back, side-to-side

He got Hillary to see the tape

The silent screams are becoming facial lotions

Yeah, I’d like to order the Apocalypse Supreme

What kind of sauce would you like with that? Nuclear

A mint chocolate chip pint of peace, rather

Sugar cone, double scoop it up

Homie braggin' that he pull a pistol on God

He must be shootin' up

Or feelin' like a hero-type, pretends he got no fear in life

Comin' to an ending abruptly, yeah, right

Nice with it, without it I’d be trying to get at

The cat the had it, so come and get it, you can have it

Nice with it, without it I’d be trying to get at

The cat the had it, so come and get it, you can have it

Iller than a severe hangover at Chuck E. Cheese

On no sleep, lookie here

I been there, clickin' teeth

Spittin' fingernails, hittin' rails like locomotive wheels sparkin'

And screechin' to slow from the flow of things

That bring before men took feeling’s attention

To a fruition, but ambition won’t listen

When the truth says, «Choose a new mission»

All them bougie new losers

Ain’t lookin' out for your Gucci

They tryna put the pieces together just to picture

A new future, just like you, bruh

None of us know, though, somebody could shoot ya

Just like they were takin' a photo

Click (click), flash (flash), all for the cash

Nice with it, without it I’d be trying to get at

The cat the had it, so come and get it, you can have it

Nice with it, without it I’d be trying to get at

The cat the had it, so come and get it, you can have it

Nice with it, without it I’d be trying to get at

The cat the had it, so come and get it, you can have it

Nice with it, without it I’d be trying to get at

The cat the had it, so come and get it, you can have it