[Hook: Blitzo]
I can't feel a thing, I don't remember sh**
Is this a f**ing dream, or is this really it?
I never knew a thing, until I f**ed it up
Is this another dream? sh**, something's up
Dipped into a sh** gloom I do exist
Dripped out of a dick and boom this is it
Lick wounds with a brick threw into a fit
Pitch tunes with a sick brew of vigilance
[Verse 1: Blitzo]
Joynumb with a wish of true wickedness
A blue pigeonless note, it grew in a cyst
Who gives a chick hope that I'm the who I wish
It's Blitzo, he's a broken joke pitching hits
A large coke with a pep, see I'm soaking in
Holding a mess of sky blues weather it's the dopest
Potent bliss, skating on bars
Am I dreaming? Or I'm riding in a magical car
I ain't holding a wheel, I ain't looking at signs
But I'm alive, so I'm real, least I thought at the time
A lot of the time, I f** life's a** til I'm fine
Bout to grab a bottle, get blasted and blind so that…
[Hook: Blitzo]
I can't feel a thing, I don't remember sh**
Is this a f**ing dream, or is this really it?
I never knew a thing, until I f**ed it up
Is this another dream? sh**, something's up
Dipped into a sh** gloom I do exist
Dripped out of a dick and boom this is it
Lick wounds with a brick threw into a fit
Pitch tunes with a sick brew of vigilance
[Verse 2: Blitzo]
Joynumb with a wish of true wickedness
Employed once, that gig was too sh** and piss
Enjoy lumps of the leaf and crude rigidness
Avoid some of the beast but who could admit
That they're pure inside, full of love, bullsh**
Everybody's got a little bit of evil in ‘em
Just take a look at you, open your heart
Feel the poison when it enters like you're poked from a dart
This is dinnertime, I'm a certified soul chef
Mold mindsets, belligerent push
Combine cess, see my visuals kush
My goddess shakes her head with a pitiful look, she knows...
[Hook: Blitzo]
I can't feel a thing, I don't remember sh**
Is this a f**ing dream, or is this really it?
I never knew a thing, until I f**ed it up
Is this another dream? sh**, something's up
[Verse 3: Benefit]
Until I rap my last verse in a hearse
Am I walking this Earth's surface a person that's cursed?
Life's so subversive at first, what's the purpose of birth?
Sell a soul, what's the purchasing worth?
Obsessive compulsive confession aggressive
Explosive depression I'm wrestling a ghost
And I'm stressing, If I win, I'm hosting a blessing
If I lose, I'm lost and I'm guessing I'm gone
With a heart as cold and dark as the winter
But behold I try to hold a spark in the center
Knowing that it only takes a spark to start a forest fire
Spit it from my soul like a southern church chorus choir
And I've got angels all around me
Protecting me from strangers that surround me
But it's dangerous I'm drowning
I lost my mind it was tossed around bounced off the ground
Tracked it down cross the town in the lost and found
I realize it's my imagination that really dies
When all of my exaggerations are really lies
The truth's in the rhymes, did I write it all down in vain?
Sit outside drowning pain in the pounding rain
Going down the drain
And I'm glad I found my brain
But if you're a real friend you'll let me know if I sound insane
Some turn to the pharmacy and learn not to think
Some turn to the shrink, some turn to the drink
But it's the oddest facade at rock bottom when the bottle is God
It's obvious the Goddess is flawed
When you can't barely stand blasted plastered
Asking a man to pa** the flask faster
Then after the hand claps and laughter
Congratulations, you're a fantastic ba*tard
The master plan is a hand crafted disaster man
Ran from the devil but he ran faster, damn
Now it's about to get drastic fast
When they start noticing the cracks in my plastic mask
I'm living minute to minute not giving into the cynical gimmicks
Given I'm livid I love and live and I learn
But if you get in my way then I'm shoving getting my turn
All the pettiness that I rise above it didn't concern
Is it real? I'm flying with the birds with a view
But there's vultures all around and they can hurt you it's true
But there's a virtuous few perched on a church in a pew
Praying you search for the true virtuous version of you
So what's a man to do? So much evil and good
So many people in Hell that wouldn't leave if they could
I'm sick of this I step quick in this ubiquitous wickedness
I'm thinking it's a trap, I'm thinking it's a wrap
But I'm a skeptic that can't accept it living septic
Til that dart spit and your heart takes a direct hit
One day it will fade away to gray
That's as refreshing as breath and as depressing as d**h
If you can't join ‘em beat ‘em into submission and defeat ‘em
Dismissing competition's opposition to my freedom
Until I'm regarded as diminishing and departed
The Beneficial Disciple, I'm finishing what I started
Let me take it back, to the first verse, right?
In the end, we all get a personal hearse ride