"Nuclear" lyrics
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
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
