text: I cant know what Im bout to do
  I cant know what Im bout to do
  Im what the fuck happens
  I cant know what Im bout to do
  Im what the fuck happens
  I cant know what Im bout to do
  Ive got the powers that B
  Running through me
  My favorite color is oh my god bitch
  Im wearing black gloves through your mall, Im rich
  You wanna check my pockets but—
  Im what the fuck happens when shit happens
  When a fuck gives under no circumstances
  Off your clock shit memory persist a clock shit
  Lick lick a shot, shits cracking
  Im when shit happens, cause Im not acting
  Like it like it or not, Im on that shit; youre not
  Im this ceremony I gouge you til youre free
  As my testimony to the powers that B
  Powers that b
  I cant know what Im bout to do
  When I cant know what Im bout to do
  Im what the fuck happened
  And I cant know what Im bout to do
  Until its too late for you
  To steal my name, bow down on cue
  Ive got the powers that B
  Running through me
  My favorite color is oh my god bitch
  Im wearing black gloves through your mall, Im rich
  You wanna check my pockets but—
  The powers that B
  Are running through me
  My favorite color is oh my god bitch
  Im wearing black gloves through your mall, Im rich
  You wanna check my pockets but—
  I got on my shit kickers
  Smoke coming out my fingers again
  Cant fuck with the physical world
  Cause I comply with the powers that B
  Im never over right now
  My stretchers rollin, Im in the white house
  The black light house, Im above this life now
  Im above my life now
  Im beneath me
  Raised on short notice by the powers that B
  Powers that B
  Hook me, catch me, squeal me in
  Gut me, hack me, crop your grin
  Pack me, sell me, claim were friends
  See me on the street, drop your grin
  Squint your beady eyes and flinch
  Like a sniveling sheisty snitch
  Dont fret, I know youre just a bitch
  I get paid by the universe
  Morbidly blasé when Im not on display
  Turn up my mic, your hair turn white
  I get paid by the universe
  Im on salary
  You get no fucks from me
  I run the company
  On the powers that B
  I get paid by the universe
  Ive got the powers that B
  Running through me
  My favorite color is oh my god bitch
  Im wearing black gloves through your mall, Im rich
  You wanna check my pockets but—
  The powers that B
  Are running through me
  My favorite color is oh my god bitch
  Im wearing black gloves through your mall, Im rich
  You wanna check my pockets but—
  No I aint shit and I like that
  You want a statement, Im like, Whys that?
  Your parasites showing, thats not my bad
  Your bads pathetic, your bads your price tag
  Your bads embedded in your lives, a white flag
  A sterilized white flag, born, bred, and buried in it
  Wears you like a cherry finish, keeps you valuable and shiny
  Youre a shiny clown to me and the powers that B