Achilles Foot - Lil Ugly Mane

I’m blowin' on a Backwood stuffed with psychiatrics

Coughin' with a hack like a playa out of practice

Twenty in my nose, whatever get it done the fastest

Eyes closed, praying for apocalypse disasters

No gods, no masters, no befores, no afters

Ugly Mane’ll make you disappear just like the Rapture

Dodging destiny, still, that coffin like a bed to me

The voices spoke incessantly, my pride is what they fed to me

Tried to read the messages but words was wrote illegibly

Hennessy suppressing all my memories

Mirror showed me glimpses of the enemies possessing me

Toxic thought telepathy, living legacy

Rocking weapons like accessories, dying for supremacy

Really we’re significant as centipedes

Crawl around the Earth with no identities

You’re not special, don’t pretend to be

Your tendencies are so predictable, it’s difficult to remedy

I could read a billion books, still not know what pill I took

I could have a million guns, still walk with Achille’s foot

Sympathy for Satan, and the sorrows of Satan

Sympathy for Satan, and the sorrows of Satan

Sympathy for Satan, and the sorrows of Satan

Sympathy for Satan, and the sorrows of Satan

Sympathy for Satan, and the sorrows of Satan