BOTHERED - Penultimatum lyrics

[Verse 1: Ascetic (As Trey)] I'm the little voice chillin' in your head Making your insecurities rise up outta bed Oh, you're too fat, you got a stain on ya shirt Your chest is too flat and ya jeans have a little dirt People know you're weird as f** and no one cares when you're hurt Your life fades like a blur, when asked favors you say sure Because you know you won't fit in and it gets underneath your skin Irritated from within, damaged I mean what the f** is wrong with you, you got must all up on ya shoes You wear the same thing everyday and you must not have a clue Not the slightest idea, why you're producing these tears In popularity scale you are the lowest of tier Popularity means nothing while these kids are all bumpin' To popular rappers or watch certain actors, all fundamentals of the same factor It's all a sin It's all a sin It's all a sin [Verse 2: Nightmare] I am the deserted castle in the sand Molded by absurdive children in the land Low rode in hearses, funeral is planned Cold flows and purses snatched out from your hand I'm ZEN, a gold digger I'm ZEN, a known figure I'm ZEN, now go figure How this pen went made me figures Recent events made me shiver Expendable cents to dollar figures Misunderstandable scent, your nose bigger f** the rent, I'll go living With the dead, my own livers Are dead, from cold drinkers Wheres my head? Oh, go figure It's in the bed, with gold diggers Ri stole my sense, with a thumb and four fingers I pulled the trigger, k**in' her and Jigga Im known to linger, just a melancholy singer V3: Bothered Well he's prolly, Mr. BOTHERED-Sinister Parts the seas, coughs and wheeze then starts to finish his verse Diminish for the worse, malice in his phallus so to speak With a loaded gun, salvaged the absent mind between Them temples, ZEN's mental Leave the head drenched and full of lead metal Detectives sped to sketch the scene, the neck of me resembles Lentil Soup Collected the utensils, the spoon that was helpful in the pursuit Thrown in the body bag, my toes where they knot the tag I get up from coppin' a nap, they obviously mad that BOTHERED's back Problem's that, this ain't no beauty pageant Cruelly laughin' then fruitfully gallop back to the palace Its ZEN, the talented stallions with medallions barren of defeat Its BOTHERED, the maddened rapscallion challengin' you to speak Its Jones, the saddened gallants in the pallet of this beat And its Teagan, the only valid balance in your taloned feet