Jesse Howard - Priceless lyrics

My head's set to explode a f**in brainiac Watch my brains go splat on a zany track A f**in maniac A f**in maniac I drank the bad Kool-Aid and drowned in my recidivism So sh** the schisms split the "isms" and skepticism I split the prisms script decisions to keep right and Keep spittin this sh** and keep enlightening Spittin sh** to make Dale Earnhardt come back form the dead Grippin pics to make stale stern farts laugh like a sped Theresa don't smack me I'm dead Like Gandhi i think I lost it holding knives at the faucet Trips to the closet grabbing ammo boxes and rifles Stifling popping Vicodin with a Heineken to co*k it Told you I lost it but f** it old news Like Ken Block I drift around Mall cops; MC's Small stops that bark at an "Ugly duckling" Policing what I'm loving Separated now but I love it Heard some sh** that could've took me to the cleaners Sike sh** I farted like when this b**h pulls out the penis I feel departed since mom dumped out my fetus Grew up came back when I needed Then kicked me out to delete it So all these stories I just dump Through the Forests I just *gump* I got the "Rickets" I spit this extra loud Crickets hop to pitch I stressed the message how? Pressure pressing down Treasured texting to dispense the files Plex and pile to dispense em now Back on a road to dam with North Country Rivers Working funky jitters outta North Country's litter Strolled in dove from the ledge My head swollen holding some jam Standing up fingers up hold up my hand I just hold up my hand Gettin lost in clips laid in parts of it At Harry's Hippie quickie festival gettin off at it Gra** here was medicine Asking where my head has been but won't acknowledge it Like when someone broke in the apartment again How the f**? it's hard to get in Laptops parked in the den That was smart sh** *ahemm* f** it I can spark spliffs again with tabs Trippin hard with a friend Some broads sh**tin hard in my den Pants off for a man poppin it in f**in s*ut only problem that I'm moppin the den Just dropped my weed "sh**" pardon my french I never give a f** with these mental reparations Better with a cut and my penciled separations On MPC's and vinyls no synthesized credentials taken Fast forward squat with a who*e in the back of a van Ass in my hand and stop in a store in San Francisco Pants in Disco for flask and a beer and rock to the shore Hop out the shelter and travel to Farmington Take acid from Lisa Bieberman and flash to Vermont again Like Larry Bird repeats a 3 to win; be creepin in hard again My balance a dope rapper smiting my health Challengers don't matter I'm fighting myself I terminate sh** learn to hate this Yearn the payments I'm like the Punisher On Coke blasts dope tabs suds n herb Dumb n slurred percolate this Stunning burbs like turbans raiding And burning naked permed and shaven I'm turning pages I monster mash it Spit sick sh** with sickness and ball laughing A twisted b**h's sick kid missing digits So stitch dicks with sick wits and... I just went there so witness or start a commotion I'd slop on the lotion might catch Coco Austin's exposure Then lark and choke when charts are provoking f** it slather quick lots of eloping The latter's slick-Hard-Rock's when exposing Crop props when they loccin and nod off at this spoken *Ahhehhehhemm* Anyway "Where's the sawed off I could tote and a hundred bucks could make me plummet rush gotcha woken I'm smackin these cla** acts smash and attack rap Slappin a f*g's a** laugh and I pa** gas Good Game Chevy to Ford fast on tracks with Machete's on paths past It's heavy I rap backwards I'd smooch Rupaul's hand Fall flat on the matress Flat on my a** fast as the maverick's in Dallas after the match that decided the champs My vitamins plants that I light in a trance It's gnarly acts if hardly captioned