KEIKI - TRANSGRESS lyrics

[BOY FROOT] fu*k WOLFSPY 2013 I KEEP MY BOWL PACKED FAT, I BLOW SACKS, SO THAT'S THAT MATTER FACT, I SMOKE SALVIA, 60 EXTRACT I GOT A LOTTA PROBLEMS WITH MY RESPRATORY TRACK, JACK BUT I JUST BREEZE EM OUT AND PUT THE MOTHERfu*kIN' TOP BACK THAT DOJA GOT ME NUMB AND MAN I'm ALL THE WAY HIGH JUST LOOK WHAT I'VE BECOME, I NEVER THOUGHT I'D WEAR A TIE BUT NOW I'm FLOSSIN b*tch AND I AIN'T NEVER GONNA DIE AND IF YOU LIKE THIS BEAT, PUTCHA HANDS TO THE SKY IMPERVIOUS NONETHELESS I GET STRESSED OBSESS IN EXCESS, I TRANSGRESS I THINK I'm POSSESSED AND I FEEL ALL OPPRESSED MORE OR LESS MY LIFE'S A MESS AND I'm ALL DEPRESSED WHAT WOULD TAKE TO MAKE ME PULL THE TRIGGER? IF I COULDN'T WAKE AND BAKE, I'D SURELY KILL A ni**a [KEIKI] SEXY ASS sh*t RIGHT HERE I GUESS IT'S TIME WE START THE SHOW (GODDAMN RIGHT) OPEN UP THE KEIKI AND BOY FROOT MEGA GUN STORE THE FEDS WANNA SHUT US DOWN (fu*k YOU) BUT WHEN IT COMES TO CRUNCH TIME,THE HATERS NEVER IN TOWN DOUBLE BARREL IN MY HAND (OOOHH) BETTA BE UNDERSTANDIN OR YOU'RE DEAD WHERE YA STANDIN' GOT THIS DRO FROM MY MAN SO DAMN HIGH I CAN'T EVEN fu*kIN STAND UP TAKE A SIP FROM MY CUP, OH NO DAT PURPLE STUFF NOW I'M IN THE LAND OF NO PLANNIN' TAKE MY FIRST STEP LIKE THE fu*kIN' MOON LANDIN' FEELIN' KINDA LOST TIL SOMEONE TOOK MY HAND AND LED ME TO THE STAIRS BUT I WAS TOO IMPAIRED LAID ME ON THE COUCH AND UNZIPPED MY PANTS PULLED OUT MY WILLY AND POSTED PICS ON INSTAGRAM NOW I GOTTA LOTTA FANS, THOUGH IT'S NOT THE WAY I PLANNED fu*k ALL YA'LL (fu*k YOU) [BOY FROOT] THAT'S SICK ASS sh*t KEIKI, YOU A LIL BIT RAPEY ANYWAY, BACK IN THE DAY I COULD DO A NOLLIE FAKEY NOW I ONLY DRINK BEER THAT'S REAL DAMN TASTY IF THEY DON'T GOT MY BRAND I MIGHT DO SOMETHIN' HASTY YO, I MIGHT GET WASTED YOU MIGHT GET YA FACE LIT YOU THINK YOU HOT, YOU AIN'T sh*t EVEN THOUGH YOU'RE BLOWIN' UP ON THE INTERNET YOU AIN'T EVEN RELEASED A fu*kIN' CD OR CASSETTE YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW THE NOTES ON THE FRET I'LL fu*kIN' MAKE A BET YA ASS PROLLY IN DEBT TO THE GOVERNMENT [KEIKI] NOW THAT KEIKI'S BACK, BURNIN THROUGH YA fu*kIN' SACK THIRD EYE BLOSSOMS, REARRANGED, THOUGHT I LOST EM THROUGH ALL THE THORNS AND BRAMBLES THOUGH IT'S NOTHIN I CAN'T HANDLE Y'ALL SHOULD KNOW I'M PRONE TO PRONE TO RAMBLE CAN'T YA HEAR THE GROWING ANTHEM GETTIN' STONED AND TAKIN' ACID IS JUST THE LATEST FASHION BUT DRINKIN' BLOOD LIKE AN ASSASSIN IS MY MOTHERfu*kIN' PASSION TICKIN' CLOCK, YOU GONNA BE LAST MANE BULLETS OF MINE THEY TRAVEL IN THE FAST LANE BLOOD SPLATTER WHEN THEY HIT YOU IN THE LAME BRAIN CANVAS SET UP FOR A BEAUTIFUL PAINTING MY BRUSH IS A SHOTGUN YOUR LIFE IS FOR THE TAKIN' YOUR GUTS ARE MY MEDIUM AND I'M AN ARTIST IN THE MAKIN'