[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Low-key, the little brother spelling deceit, on some
Runic alphabet shit plotting this creed, this
Credence of inordinate swindling fees got the
Palpitating falterers admitting defeat no
Feat for the arms of a beast with a conscience
Constantly nauseous from how he spitting raw shit
Moderately salted but highly exalted
Couldn’t catch a break like a Kit-Kat that’s wanted
The fifth clasp of his wrist strap is Aurum
Periodically checking the harem and
Carving a marked card, with these dark arts
Got a banshee charmed with a large heart
Murtle Moaned cause the Basilisk Slyther’d in
In the Chamber of Secrets we catching wind
Flying Nimbus I ride to the very end
Call me Kakarot I’ll bury you with all my friends
Mystical illusionary tricks from the store house
Comrades pretending you’re the shit for the poor hound
I’m selling out for more crowds in town
5 foot 5 but Galactic reach is in
Bound to get rowdy too, calling
All opponents Helen cause they marry Seuss
The pen is mighty so I paint with Sword Art
Quit the games to destroy the flow chart
[Hook 1]
Please don’t call me a deity
I’m just a trickster I flip words and tip clerks
A picture of honor and chivalry
A shape shifter a subject of scripture
Spitting bitter plots cause I’m the Trickster God
Probly sick and ill but the elixir’s not
Sitting at the top where I’m twisting thoughts
Took your sister’s heart cause I’m the Trickster God
[Verse 2]
I swear to God I’m just a trickster, mom
Killing mindless fools like a drifter mob
Spinning in circles two hands on the clock
I got time to announce that I got no time for the
Cock-goblins scared of the rock climbing tyrants
Finding a diamond in the rough now is tiring
And tightening the rust on the bolt action rifling
Is highly unlikely to stop the undying of
My reign, a poor wanderer gets blamed
When the vines of the mind are in disdain
You ask me our prerogatives are misplaced
When Miss Right misses life cause she give brain
Forget it man, Tanuki’s out of fucks to give
But the rain can’t dampen the ruckus when
Out of courtesy the silencer is on point
Pleas of despair fall on deaf ears and roll joints
The van goes where the paint doesn’t transpose
Hop out of the ride and let the bands go
I drum line on the dumb line of fan hoes
Love your people but don’t fuck them for their damn dough
Tanuki’s got no yeast but he still rising
No bread on the table but he still shining
Silver spoon still foreign to the man, kinda
But the jewels that he breathing could have fed China
[Chorus 2]
Please don’t call me a deity
I’m just a trickster, I flip words and tip clerks
A picture of honor and chivalry
A shape shifter a subject of scripture
Spitting bitter plots cause I’m the Trickster God
Probly sick and ill but the elixir’s not
Sitting at the top where I’m twisting thoughts
Serving mixtures hot cause I’m the Trickster God
[Verse 3]
I got arrhythmic love for the underdogs
Under watch by the hounds chained to border hogs
Roasting pigs making heads turn to the ground
The clout endowed sow cows are getting plowed
I’d let the other fools live, but the struggle’s ugly
A muggle’s roughly as tough as much as Seattle's sunny
I’m still casting curses and I’m in the kitchen
Rap game Gordon Ramsey, I ain’t fucking kidding
I’m feeding on the garbage and that shit’s delicious
Chrome-plated to your temple now you bearing witness
I’m staying wicked teaching spells to the clueless witches
Sweeping ladies off their feet, now they catching sickness
Nipping dank dreams in the bud
Keeping stalk of the celery and selling blood
Playing off of keys, though a Pusha, man, I never was
Still I’m playing in the C cause all this white is washing up
I’m pretty fucking ill, both in rap and actually in life
Dealing with the constant dizziness by writing down the why’s
Keeps me grounded when the clouds of Hell envelop my
Entire damn existence and can sum it all inside a night
So the Trickster God ain’t going nowhere
Tanuki is the name and now the whole world’s scared
Pretty damn soon, I’ll turn back into a statue
Waiting for the day that Charon lets me pass through
[Chorus 3]
Spitting bitter plots cause I’m the Trickster God
Probly sick and ill but the elixir’s not
Sitting at the top where I’m twisting thoughts
But the wrists are clotting as the Trickster God
