Alright, b**hes...
f** you
Verse 1:
Damn, it's sic, how poetry has me get imag'native;
Spittin' out nouns, pronouns, verbs, 'n adjectives;
Sickenin' rhymes that keep on spreadin' like they're cancerous
My mouth keeps runnin' like I took a vocal laxative
b**hes now thinkin' "Why would I wanna marry this kid
When this dude don't even wish nobody Merry Christmas?"
So it seems lately that I've been feelin' very listless
Plus, I got 2 knives. So I don't need to carry biscuits
Stay away from scary b**hes, only go for 9s or 10s
Can't forget Laura K. I wanna f** that dime again
I'm gonna say it straight 'cuz I don't lie to friends
I just can't wait 'til I get high again
'N smoke until I'm comatose. There's nothin' like an overdose
It goes to show the more I blow, I'm lovin' this road I chose
What you know to tell of smokin' a 'rillo to yourself?
Clambakin' the Shadow, I'm blazin' 'n baffled
I'm facin' the shadow beyond the light, in the darkness
I'm tastin' the battles in this life. It's so heartless
I'm carvin' my way through, but I'm still a starvin' artist;
Fightin' 'n strikin' all the way until I'm dead and departed
Chorus:
Feels like...
I'm goin'...
So crazy...
So save me
Try not to hate me
Each night...
Lie frozen...
I've spoken...
Die chokin'
Don't complicate me
Verse 2:
The plan is to damage all the thieves 'n leave 'em handless
Scand'lous ba*tards have to banish their habits...
At least they need to leave me be 'n stop takin' advantage
Or those savages' a**es end up bandaged in caskets
Takin' cabbage, make me famish, now you're blazin' lavish?
I'm raisin' my blade 'n I'm stabbin', creatin' a pa**age
Laid in the sandwich that you had just ate
I'm playin' with your pancreas, not the food on your plate
So, dude, just be straight 'n don't you get irate
Or I'll be the rudest mistake that you gonna hate
You're crew 'n them ain't what they're sayin' at any rate
'N the music I'm makin' 'n playin' is plenty great
Get outta my face 'n in your place. You're just a twisted waste
'N if ya wait a couple o' moments, you'll be layin' in disgrace
Prayin' for the taste o' somethin' other than blood
'N then ya start to wonderin' if you're gonna get up
(Chorus)
Verse 3: (!mpulse)
(Chorus)
Verse 4:
Where's the green? It's where I'm seen. Yeah, it's my therapy
Don't stare at me or glare at me. You know it's takin' care o' me
I'm heralding and carroling heresy merrily
You're like "Where is He?", but you find it embarra**ing
When you find there's no God, 'n that's why I smoke pot
'N ya know what? Just like you, I like it a whole lot
It helps to calm me down every time my light has no watts
'N I'm gonna keep on smokin' 'til this life-long show stops
I've had no drops of acid for a long time
Yet sometimes I'm thinkin' like I'm livin' in the wrong mind
Livin' like it's all mine, but sittin' in the wrong line
Prob'ly from all the times that I was sniffin' on them raw lines
Why do I have to pay for the mistakes I haven't made yet?
Talk about a headache! Man, I f**in' came stressed!
Each day it's the same test, 'n I keep takin' the same guess
I'd wager on the outcome, but I don't even make bets
Each night...
Lie frozen...
I've spoken...